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Jessica Darling

Friday, January 13, 2012
3:18 AM | 0 comments

Being friends with Jessica is such a delight. She's like sunshine on a rainy day. Her smile and laughter alone make life worth living. She makes me want to be a better person. And just when she's gone and I start to miss her, I find something that she's left behind and I can't help but smile. (I am seriously considering chronicling everything that she leaves behind-- it would make quite the book.)

Through some stroke of fate, serendipity, or kismet's grand design, Jess and I found each other 624 miles from the place we met almost two and a half years ago, and it was like nothing had changed. Maybe we laugh more now than we did in Economics-- maybe...

Today, we plotted our trip to Canada, and made a run out to New Hope for tarot cards, left empty-handed, and somehow wound up all over the map. Her poor car...

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Musing #1

Friday, December 30, 2011
12:00 AM | 0 comments

The saddest thing I can think of is the idea that one day, enevitably, I will forget about the people I have loved-- not that I will remember only the brushstrokes, devoid of the fine detail, when and where-- but that I won't remember the people and events that have made me who I am. As crushed as I may have been, and as much bitterness as I cling to, feeling that I am the only person who has ever felt a broken heart, I want to remember falling in love. The thought of forgetting that love is scarier than the idea of never having felt it. I've spent so much time trying to forget the pain, blocking it out as though it were a traumatic experience, but in doing so I've only warmly embraced the fact that eventually, I will forget it all. I don't want to grow old, I don't want to forget, I don't want to die.

I want to live forever though the love I have felt.

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