Let's not care about the future. Live every day like it's the last one you'll have left, right? We are in Vermont. It is cold. It snowed this morning. I woke up in your arms. You kissed my shoulders and wrapped your arms around me while I panicked about spring classes. I missed my first class. I ate lunch with a good friend and skimmed my lab readings. This is the present. Winter is here without any regard for slowing down to let us experience fall in its entirety. How quickly will the next semester go by? How long do we have the present? How long will it be before I have to confront ideas I am not ready for? An hour ago, you kissed me for the first time; I was shaking and nervous. It's already the end of November. I've never wished so hard for spring to remain distant.
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