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precious sense of freedom in walking to class
Thank God for Google, because that was how I was completing the assignment.
Bananas make the world a better place.”
“Okay. Here you go. Hungary to the upper left, upper left, Serbia to the lower left, lower left. Bosnia on the bottom, on the bottom. Slovenia to the top, to the top. And where’s Croatia?” “Where? Where?” Jacob sung. “It’s next to the Adriatic Sea, across from Italy!”
“How do you really ever truly know someone?” Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. “He’s not a serial killer.” “Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho.”
“I live to service you.”
“I mean, I totally know he doesn’t want to be in a relationship, that all he wants is sex, and he’s usually a little drunk and yet I still go over there. Seriously?”
“Then why are you so upset because he doesn’t want to be.” “Because he should want to be in a relationship with me! I’m friggin’ awesome.”
Ollie appeared, a cell phone in one hand and Raphael wiggling in the other. “Smile!” he shouted as he snapped a picture on his phone. “It’s like my two kids are going to prom.”
“You’re a good guy, Cam.” “No, I’m not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. “I’m only good with you.”
I want you to know that I’m serious. You’re not a hook up. You’re not a friend with benefits. You’re more than that to me.”
Most of all, I cried for everything that I had lost and for everything I knew I could now gain.
“I could stare at you for a lifetime. It would never grow old.” “Even when I’m old?” “Even then.”
Everything was okay. Maybe not perfect, but life wasn’t meant to be perfect. It was messy and sometimes it was a disaster, but there was beauty in the messiness and there could be peace in the disaster.
