Spend a lot of time in bed, probably more than necessary
Turn 18 years old and cry at the surprise party your mom decided to plan for you (sounds more dramatic than it was.) The only person you really wanted to be there was Aaron.
Learn how to express yourself in letters: holding onto the humor and hilarity
Graduate from high school, wear the gown, throw the cap and finally experience that reflective nostalgia you never thought would come
Develop your summer skin: sun-burnt and freckled
Wonder why you haven't spent the majority of your life at the lake
Miss him in the summer as he reaches his six month mark
Address countless packages with countless postage
Find it impossible to part with the summer. Goodbyes feel frequent
Drag your feet as your first year at a university begins
Find a quiet peace in feeling anonymous among the thousands
Get caught up in the bustle that winter initially brings, but then
Remember that winter is miserable without a hot-blooded someone
Miss him more and more; at least the first twelve are over
Turn 19 and can't stop singing the last few lines of Soco Amaretto Lime, "they're just jealous 'cause we're young and in love"
Constantly strive to understand what they meant when they wrote: alls we really want to do is the thing we do, heads down and leaned into the squall
Write a compilation of letters from a sea-weary sailor to his significant anyone
Finish the first entire year of college and when people ask you how you feel, reply: "shaking off the shackles; finally liberated"
Wait for the Mother's Day call from your baby.
Get caught up in the bustle that winter initially brings, but then
Remember that winter is miserable without a hot-blooded someone
Miss him more and more; at least the first twelve are over
Turn 19 and can't stop singing the last few lines of Soco Amaretto Lime, "they're just jealous 'cause we're young and in love"
Constantly strive to understand what they meant when they wrote: alls we really want to do is the thing we do, heads down and leaned into the squall
Write a compilation of letters from a sea-weary sailor to his significant anyone
Finish the first entire year of college and when people ask you how you feel, reply: "shaking off the shackles; finally liberated"
Wait for the Mother's Day call from your baby.
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