gone are the days of listening to "i could say," feeling so in it, so perfectly matched. remember listening to songs about sixteen, seventeen -- knowing time would pass.

they only want you when you're seventeen, when you're twenty one, you're no fun. -- i remember these lyrics, remember being the age in the song twice over.

and we'll stay eighteen forever, and we'll never miss a party because we'll keep them going constantly. -- you were older, holding onto me and that song, feeling for warmth and direction. this reminds me of you and college.

i could say that i'll always have feelings for you, but i�ve got a life ahead of me, i�m only twenty two . . . since you�ve gone i feel like i�ve gotten older. -- wasn't it just yesterday we were late night talking for a million hours. no. six seven eight years. and we're oceans apart but you still come to mind.

twenty two, you were a crazy year in my life. one of the best. one of the most life-changing. march has always been a month of revolution in my life-- things happen in march. so let's see where the month goes. play in the sun, rest and cool in the shade.

cheers to my new year. and cheers to yours.


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