I have so many things to say, and no words to express them.
It's been weeks since I've written, or been able to write.
All I've been doing is talking.
And I've been saying all the wrong things for all the right reasons.
I've been honest, I've been straight forward. I'm not hiding anymore.
But I am wrong, I am guilty, and I am ashamed.
...
I'm just counting down the days.
End of the year concert. VMAs. Underground cafe. Ana's recital.
That week before graduation--awards, officer training, baccalaureate, and the ceremony. Parties.
I start my job.
Daniel comes home.
Daniel comes home.
Daniel comes home.
I need June to come and rip me from temptation, to burn the last ties I have to this school and these regrets clawing at my conscience, and to bring to my arms the boy that took my heart.
June can't come soon enough for me.
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