I made two applications my Junior year of High school: one was a job that seems to rejects no one, the other was a prep academy summer program that accepts almost no one. just my luck, the job snubbed me, and the school gave me a scholarship.
So I spent my Summer in New Hampshire. For a time, I thought I loved everyone, and I told everyone, and I was in love with the world. It turned out though that I was really just sleep deprived. When I woke up, I realized that I didn't love the world, but I didn't realize that I really did love someone until it was too late.
The first hello, the last goodbye, the premiere and the penultimate kiss. That's all I remember, and the rest is just a drunken blur. When I finally sobered up, she was on a passenger plane en route to LaGuardia, and I had just a pair of aviator's that she had picked out moments earlier, and a tear in my eye.
