eighty - it's all fun and games

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day 416  - junior year

dear journal,

now it's junior year, a week before christmas. my heart was palpitating at the thought of us being in the same classes next semester.

the bell finally rang and school is out for the holidays. you probably didn't notice this but i bumped into you for the soul purpose of getting to speak to you.

"sorry."

that's all i mumbled. now, you were looking at me with those mocha eyes that peeked from in between strands of your bubble gum hair.

"no worries."

your voice is so innocent. i'm in haze and distracted. i just got lost in your eyes and now, you're about to walk away.

"merry christmas."

i say, in attempt to keep the conversation going. you smile - i can't even begin to put words on that smile, so that evening i wrote a song.

you thank me and walk away. on my way home, i feel myself walk on clouds. i've touched heaven for the very first time.

-tyler

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