People Always Leave

The truth of that statement is self-evident. It is not in the nature of people to stay where they are, to not move around, chase dreams, chase life.
People always leave.
They might return. They might leave again. Then they might never come back.
People always leave.
So what seems to be the better option? Do we protect ourselves from the pain of loss, and keep people far away? Not letting anyone in to see who we are, to see our problems, and our hearts. Or do we hold them close, hoping for the best? With aching hearts, remembering the good times and the not so good, but never letting them out of our lives.
People always leave.
I think I'll choose to live with the pain and keep my memories.

Its been quite a while since my last post...Quite a while indeed.

I know you must miss my wit and charm, so I have returned.

A lot has happened. School is crazy, busy, and exhausting. I loathe Personal Fitness with all that is within me. Homecoming is this evening, in more ways than one. School homecoming, pretty dresses and dancing isnt for me. I'll spend tonight doing better things than that. And homecoming in another way, my Marine is coming home.

If I told you how excited I was, you still wouldnt understand.

Lets chat about reunion

Reunion. Coming soon.

Saturday.

Can everyone get pumped about the reunion?

Pretty please?

OK: How good it will be to be reunited with you. Excitement. Hugs and love.

4 days.

See you then.

<3

Wear TOMS.

They're good for the world.

What in the world would life be like all alone?
If I didnt have my best friend, or any of my friends?
If you didnt have any of yours?

My heart is broken, severed into many pieces.
Life goes on.
Friends come, they go. Unfortunately, they go.

Letters

Writing a letter.
But how do I tell you what I mean? How I get you to understand how I'm feeling, how much I miss you, and wish you could be home?

How do I tell you how worried I am?
A page of words cant substitute for our long drives, and late night calls.

A month passed. Nearly two now.
You left, a brother and a best friend, You'll return a Marine, a brother, and still a best friend.
I can only pray that my letter from home reaches you safely and that you read my words, and feel my love, and know how I miss you, and remember the fun times, and the not so fun times.

That time we went to Sonic and I drank all your strawberry limeade.
When I found out you'd been drinking.
Bus rides, and camps.
The last time we hung out.
Saying goodbye...

Tonight

Tonight is my first night of serious high school homework.

So much to do, so little time. So of course, I use that time to blog about the homework I should be doing.

Overwhelmed with homework, what to do first, what's most important? Should I study for the test before I do the vocab, since it's worth more points?

And after I figure all this out, is it time to actually get the work done?

You know, my basic analytical mind at work.

Justin disrupts my homework and gives me a break from the work I've barely started.

Here's the issue: I have too many thoughts. And with too many thoughts, how can you focus on the one track of Spanish, or Lit, or Civics? Well, let me just tell you, you can't.

So intstead I'll think back to the sunrise in Jamaica...and deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.