Winding Down
June 1, 2009
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
- William Shakespeare
The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
I am alive. I am happy.
My days seem a bit brighter, my smiles a bit bigger.
And why shouldn’t they, summer is so near I can almost taste it, and I have great friends to spend it with.
I reminisce.
Driving through Chino Hills, it seems like every block holds a memory.
I ate pizza there with my soccer team.
I cried waiting to get picked up on that curb.
I held hands going down that sidewalk.
This is my whole life right here, nestled between a few major streets.
Nostalgia is inevitable walking across campus. From open classroom doors I hear my old teachers still lecturing the same crap, still cracking the same lame jokes.
I remember so much.
I remember walking into a junior science class freshman year thinking it was IPS.
I remember watching a fight break out at the lunch tables.
I remember all the people getting asked to every dance,
and getting rejected.
The sun called high school is beginning to set. It’s no longer something beating down on me, nothing to sweat over. Now it’s beautiful, that perfect glow behind the horizon, something you wish everyone could see. Something you want to cherish until the very end.
People are already getting choked up, especially with yearbooks going around, but there’s still so much more left to do.
So let’s put off the tears, there will be plenty of time for that later. For now let’s just enjoy it. Let’s just make a few more good memories. After all,
how often do you get to see a sunset this beautiful?
Prom
June 1, 2009
We do not remember days; we remember moments.
- Cesare Pavese
My hands on her hips, she fit me so perfectly, my missing puzzle piece.
She tilts her head back; a warm hand walks up my neck to my face.
She pulls me closer. My eyelash brushes her face, breath tickles her neck.
Flesh upon flesh. Our movements so natural, so intimate. She ran my hands along her dress down to her thighs. She looked back at me, eyes full of lust, lips dripping with temptation.
The most amazing
unforgettable
boner.
Good prom.
