Franti. Concert night. Perfection. Frustration, confusion, sadness. "I miss listening to Franti and feeling happy." 50 things I miss. The box, one week ago. Finally.
Colleges. "I can't help you...that's something you have to decide yourself." "I'm thrilled...I mean, I got into college. But I can't even tell him about it." "You've never been one to be judged by a piece of paper." Laughing on the phone. Finally.
Visiting. This summer. Freedom, guilt, independence. This year. Fear. Realizations. Finally.
I want to tell you everything about everything, and Finally, I get to. I don't have to be sad when I get excited about something and can't call you and explain it. I don't cry when I hear my favorite songs. I don't understand what changed but I'm alive again, Finally, and its thanks to you.
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