#55 [36×365]
Terry Shared a bus ride from Seattle to Florida – your second trip to my first, you were awesome company. You got me through boot camp and my first trip away from home. Thanks for sheltering me.
#54 [36×365]
Derek France – you spoke better then you understood, I understood better then I spoke – together we were unstoppable. I fell in love with the Viola that year, thanks to your midnight solos. Magic fingers, indeed.
#53 [36×365]
Erin Redheaded drama geek – my weakness since birth, apparently. Friends only, ever mindful of the distance waiting back home. Ireland was amazing, though more then scenery I remember our long talks, whispered through the tent flaps.
#52 [36×365]
That British guy I met in Ireland Furtive glances, secretly holding hands, kisses hidden by the rocks at sunset. Fell prey to your accent, to the fact you saw me. You left before us – I’ll always remember the look in your eyes.
#51 [36×365]
Halfpenny Notebooks of promises written, passed back and forth. Promises unrealized, relationship lingered long enough to create major showdown with Mom – fighting by, what else? notepaper. You weren’t even worth the amount your last name implied
