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Moira Weinstein • Aug 22, 2021 at 12:53 am
Hi! My name is Moira and I’m a first year! I plan to double major and English. I’ll share something I wrote:
The world never looked beautiful before you; just a monotone purgatory that I chose to hide from. But when you stepped into my tragic storyline, I saw flowers bloom. I saw them smile, just as I did. Suddenly the clouds parted and my sun shone. The birds failed to annoy me, and I rose with the 5:00 am sun. Just to see you. Just to hear my name on your perfect lips. To run my hands through your boyish hair. I wanted to become the earth with you. Lay there long enough to melt into the damp grass that we always wandered in. I’d have waited until our demise if it meant we could be together. Every second felt like the wind. Every moment the warm sun. Your laugh was mine,and it was made up of the chirping birds and the sound of waves. When I was in your arms, I didn’t need anything else. Every part of the world was right.
Every part of the world seemed right, until we both opened our eyes and looked around. The waves that seemed so calm were now 20 feet high, sweeping the hot sand away from beneath our feet. The birds’ voices were really just branches falling from dead trees. The world wasn’t beautiful, we were. A youthful beauty.The one that only lasts a little while, but then shrivels up into the inevitable deathly wink. When we went home from our timely paradise, my house felt empty, and so did I. Your voice no longer filled the halls, and it became harder to remember who you were. You were a summer of romance and passion, but only to me. I never understood why we couldn’t be together when the sun wasn’t out, when the trees were naked, when people walked by. But now, seasons after, I realize nothing was real. Just a blip in our young lives.