Unless stated, all events are fictitious.

The glow of the phone screen followed by a small picture of an envelope appearing. Text message xxxxxxxxx7: /'undefined" glares back at me. I turn to my side with and pull the blankets over my heard. Aracingheartbeat and the simple push of the "open" button. 1, 2, 3.

Few weeks had passed, which seemed like months and there was not a word uttered...but it was the same routine for us.      

Don't talk                      

to me      

ever                          

again.    

Eyes filling up with tears along with an aprehensive feeling located in the  pit of my stomach.

[Insert angsty indie music of a local band here].

Motions of hands clapping making the sound of thunder as they speed up! ICLOSEMYEYES faster than ever and casually look around. It feels like Shakespeare for millenials or at least for me.

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages".

lt's been a blurry night without the intoxication. I find myself at my grandma's house still buzzing from being downtown for the night. Power on, computer loads s-l-o-w-l-y. Myspace is the latest trend and a message is sent to me. [Censored name], who art thou'? Messages sent back and forth throughout the night, but parting is such sweet sorrow, say it again and it shall be 'morrow. Never forget A1P2RTIHL.

We'll build a house of our own.

Call it our home.

With pictures framed on the walls.

Hearing you answer my telephone calls.

Waking up to the strums of your guitar.

Then falling asleep from counting the stars.

Glossy eyes.

Seems as if all these moments end up this way.

My ultimate happiness that appeared five minutes ago vanished in less than a second. It was the first time in a million years that our eyes hadn't met. The heart that once flowed eagerly throughout my chest was soon put to rest. I never thought today of all days, my "life" would be shattered. It was a mirror thrown toward a wall.

The outift of choice was unexpected, especially for this venue. Anxiety washed over me along with goosebumps from the late winter's breeze. $5.00 in my pocket with a side order of reconnecting. I was five feet away as the band played. CreatureColony, not the former. The player merey feet away. Your scope was aimed towards me and every strum hit my armor with a clank! The afternoon sunset faded to black

Just play it cool.

All of the graduated seniors that I wanted to be friends with so badly turned into wasted "adults", mere ghosts in the deserted house I was staying in for the duration. Everything seemed to be fast forwarding and slowing down as though someone was loading music onto an iPod via the family's computer. How much of this night can I take?

Too nervous to speak with everyone around, settled for glances exchanged at a d    i     s    t    a     n    c   e while answering a call. "Dude, Maria, I just don't know what to even say." "Just go up to him and be all, what's up man?" Click.

I enter the circle for storytime and he exits. Or is it just like duck, duck, goose? Sex jokes along with the occasional awkward silence.

A cloud of smoke rolled out from under the garage door with you standing in the middle. I'm not trying to stare too much in your direction, but I just can't stand this place and this silence!

Searching, scanning, secretly praying to see your car. No such luck. The boundaries were laid out as the tickets were purchased. Barely entering the doorway, I see a silhouette behind the counter. Making my way to see what line we will enter, my prayer was answered .

"I can help you right here."

We move quickly to the counter to place an order. Not blinking for a mere second, my eyes stay glued while my heartbeat turns into a sports car. My hands become sweaty and I feel numb all over. But I can't show how I'm feeling inside. Remain stoic and also annoyed, because what 17 year old isn't always annoyed?

So I leave with the always enticing look-back-and-bat-your-eyelashes move. Not so smooth, but it was settled.Two hours later, a text notification of a text message is going off on my phone. Undefined -You looked stunning tonight. I love you so much.

April 12th plays on a constant loop.

Over the past couple of years.

 The saying of "Then You're Blind"

I've begged to let myself go of my fears.