one in the same

I feel like a lifetime has already passed, when in fact we haven't even reached graduation day yet. We have three more months of this. We have three more months of spending every day together, of having fires and camp outs and pool parties and spontaneous trips to Hampton at 11 PM. Of spending my entire paycheck on Dunkins and listening to bad music and singing along to it. Of not sleeping and jumping on top of tents and walking in circles until 2 in the morning. Of creeping on your neighbor's prom pictures and falling asleep with my head on your chest and giving you a heart attack by going 100 mph and weaving through traffic on 93. Of waking up with your favorite song (which I havent heard in a week) playing in my head, just to tell you about it and you say that you were listening to it last night. Of watching people you don't know graduate and walking back to the car in the middle of the hardest part of the storm and getting beyond drenched.

And as I write that last sentence you text me out of the blue with, "My pants are still wet."