I am happy to say that I am now a 2016 high school graduate. From here on out, I am fixed on the belief that all days matter, that they’re all counted for. I have yet to choose what I want to be, or what I want to do. How am I suppose to know? How does everyone else know? Now that we’re all done with high school, I can almost see the invisible routes that everyone is taking every which way. How am I suppose to know what I want to settle down with when I haven’t even figured out what makes me the happiest. That’s all that matters right? Happiness or success? I know they’re not the same, contrary to popular belief.
That morning air.
She knew he was listening, but she also knew he was loving the chance to look in her eyes.
The first night.