Some days, I can't wait to get away from everything and go to college. To start over, to have four classes a semester and a new life and new friends. And then I look back at the amazing summer I've had so far, look back at you and our friends and our lives together, intertwined. And this is what I've wanted all along, so why am I not happy?

We kissed inside of your trunk, our hands fumbling in the dark, our legs entwined together. I am reminded of your dogs cuddling with me because they are afraid of the thunder, of Cody holding me back from running outside to greet the gardener, of my crazy neurotic brain and being too much for you to handle. But it seems, for the moment, that you can handle me just fine.