"And in her eyes you see nothing, no sign of love behind the tears.
Cried for no one, a love that should have lasted years."
What a sad fucking song, it melts your heart just to type those words out, but The Beatles did their job well. Their harmonies get me every time.
I'm stranded in between the midst of finals, struggling to make my way out of the mistakes I made last semester. I was close to the Dean's List, had I known college and understood its elusive tricks. Now raising my GPA proves to be overwhelmingly difficult, but if I make it through, I will be so undeniably proud of myself, I'd actually pat my own back.
I want summer so badly. She's there; she peeks so effortlessly around the bend, just out of my fingers' reach, and I'm sad to see her leave me this week. Exams don't let me enjoy the simplicities I find in each day, and it dawned on me last night as I shifted around in bed that I wouldn't be where I am a week from today. Everything's about to change once again.
And that is such an insidiously wonderful thought.
