It is December. I can't believe it came so fast.
I can barely remember some of the events that happened in December, but I love it all the same.
We are in your grandmother's kitchen. John Mayer is playing in my headphones, and your hands are in mine. "I'm going to teach you how to slow dance." I am overjoyed, but a little scared. I'm not at all for dancing, but you are patient. I keep stepping on your toes and I'm clumsy. But this is amazing. You make every fantasy a reality.
It is a few days before Christmas, now. It is time to exchange our Christmas gifts. I've put a lot of work into mine, but I am so excited to see what you've gotten me. The first gift is a small paper cube with pictures of us on each side. It is so well-thought out and it makes me really happy to know you cherish every memory as I do. The second gift is neatly wrapped and feels like plastic. I'm curious, and I rip off the paper gently. A pair of headphones is revealed, white with green rims. I am beaming.
We have a three-day weekend.
I am in the car with you, enjoying the music, excited for the adventure awaiting us. I've planned a beach day. It's beginning to be freezing temperatures, but this weekend is practically scorching compared to the weather we have had lately. I've got a nice green knapsack packed with cheese, crackers, bread, and all other kinds of stuff for a nice picnic on the beach. Except, you've changed the plans. Not wanting to be selfish, I sit in the car, expressionless, and accept the change of plans, although inside I want to burst into tears. We head into Ft. Pickens with your grandparents, and in the car I remain quiet and pissed. Even though I don't do well in hiding it, I'm doing the best I can, although you've already sensed something is wrong. We hop on the bikes and start to ride to the fort. I'm slowly beginning to fade from my angry mood, but it's still there. The air feels warm on my shoulders and face as I follow you on the bike. Thes
I feel indifferent. Man, these months go by so fast.
October is one of the best months of the year besides December. The summer warmth is fading away, and the air is starting to have a crisp, refreshing chill to it. And plus, it is going to be Halloween soon. I'm not much for dressing up a lot anymore, but it is always fun. October has gone by nicely, but today I am feeling lonely.I arrive to school without you, your warm hugs, your adorable voice, and your passionate kisses. Without your presence, I feel so strange. Nothing to look forward to throughout the day. And also, I was told you had a surprise for me today, but you never showed up! I am starting to get worried while sitting in History. It's easy to text in here, we have a sub. Turns out you slept late, and I am a bit upset, so I start to get flustered. I hate it. During break, it is nice to spend time with my friends, but I don't feel like myself without you.
It is Halloween day. The air is chilly and I am so excited
August.Feels weird on the bus. I can feel the heaviness of exhaustion along my eyes, but the summer sun is too bright for me to sleep. The windows of the bus aren't polished or cleaned nicely, but scraped and grazed with old pencil marks that haven't washed away from past rains, and smeared permanent marker signatures, but that doesn't matter. The wind is nibbling at my hair, and it feels good through my scalp on this muggy morning. I'm quiet. I don't talk to anyone, but I sit by myself and drown the world out with my headphones. Even with the music deafening me, you haven't left my mind ever since I woke up. My butterflies won't go away, and I'm starting to get used to the routine of thinking so much about you that it aches, but it is still highly annoying. It's like every part of me is finally surrendering to the fact that I am falling in love with you. I've spent so long hiding from it, and now that it is out, it is very peculiar. I feel exposed yet unencumbered at the same time. I'm reall