|long overdue love letter, or alternatively, ode to growing up
||[Dec. 31st, 2011|08:26 pm]
New Year's Eve, 2011: Sitting on the boards outside which are cold and grainy under my feet, smoking a bowl. There are raw drunken hollers from the people outside the house behind the fence. I catch one intriguing exclamation ("YOU BITCH!! GIVE ME BACK MY MACHETE HAT!") before I'm lost in thought.|
I remember when you insisted that Mountain Dew was your first love and I was sad and annoyed with you over it. Those days are so long gone that they confuse me now, that I was ever that person. I was convinced, somehow, in those days, that because you, Ian Michael Golden, were my FIRST love, you had to be my ONLY love.
I still love you. But I love so many other people too. I don't know where my life will go from this point forward. I do know that my life is not just for me, yet I'm the only one that I can't leave behind if I want to keep living it. My life is for all of the stuff that I love, the people, the rivers, the books, the long melancholy moments. And although there's one exclusive paragraph here, this love letter is for all of you who are reading it.
End Sappy New Years Eve Post. I love you guys.