My slice of summer is over.
Why does Easter Vacation have to end? I think it's been the absolute best vacation of my life, a taste of what's to come this summer. I have so many memories from this week.
Joe and I walking the City, hand in hand, pretending we're married. Anonymous. Riding the buses and looking at cars. Laughing and giggling and feeling all grown up, mature, because we were alone, truly, for the first time.
Joe's deck and party, filled with joyous moments and friendship and closeness with people you know mean the world to you. And watching everyone and just knowing, down deep in your heart, that everything is right with the world. That for once, everything is perfect.
My own birthday, came and went as quietly as it pleased.
Is this what it means to be 17?
I want it never to end, yet school crashes through my interlude tomorrow.
