“I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together. Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there. Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.”
I generally don’t like being alone, but right now it’s kind of nice. I skipped my theology class and it’s unbearably hot outside, so I’m sitting in my common room with no lights on, and it’s just me. Someone outside is blasting “Promise in the dark” by Keri Hilson and I like that it sounds like it’s coming from far away so that I can just make out the words. I also like when I’m at home and I wake up, and I can hear voices coming from downstairs but they sound muffled. I can hear who’s speaking but don’t know what they’re saying, but I’m not engaged in the conversation, and I just listen.
