My story

Give it almost two weeks and I'll be twenty one.
Give it another 3 years and I will be graduated.
Give it another 3 years and I'll have a career.
Give me another smile and I'll keep you close to my heart forever.
That will give me 80 more years to build a life with the love of my life, make love to no ends, see all ends of the earth, make beautiful children and watch them grow, take pictures to last a lifetime, and grow old and write a novel about it all.
Its weird how I feel right now. Things were just normal 3 months ago. It was just good all around. Then the world shook and its time to put the pieces back together. But I am not sure if I remember just where they go.
I haven't forgotten how to love. I felt like I did when this started again, as if my kiss wasn't strong enough. But it's still there. It will only shy on occasion, but it longs to resurrect itself among the ashes and broken bricks of this tower of undying hapiness that once was. I guess I am just scared. Here's my reality check: I'm 20 and I believe in true love. I found it, and lost it, and now I have it again. Is it ever gonna feel the same? I hope its just that damage she was talking about.
I know I don't want anyone else. I look at the other ones and feel nothing. I might think something, but that must be human nature. As long as there is no emotion, I know who is deep within my heart. I know who I want to spend the rest of my dying days with, the length of my beautiful life, and see the beginning of new lifes that have split from each of our unique and enigmatic personalities into embodiments of our combined genes. I know its you. It has to be. No one else excites me, gives me true hapiness, and allows me to smile like you.
Once this healing has progressed, I believe we will make up for the time we lost and find each other anew. Can't wait to spend every day thinking about you.
It seems that it is time to get my life in order, make decisions that will affect me throughout my life. I am searching deep down inside of myself to discover who I am and how I feel. I no longer want to pretend to be careless or without emotion.
We all cry, we want to be wanted, and we get hurt when we lose something dear to us. Pride will bring you nowhere. Only love can lift you to new heights, new levels of self-awareness. Otherwise you are a robot of society, grinding the gears until your next paycheck has the slim-to-none chance to buy you hapiness. It's worth a try, but working without purpose puts you at the foot of the hill, pushing the rock as high as possible only to do it again tomorrow. Come on Sisyphus, wise up. We all need a hand, even though some won't admit it. We all want a hand to hold, a shoulder to lean on and a body to lie next to.
Don't deny that passing glance...capture it and immortalize it in your heart. Make it a black and white, frame it, and hang it next to your bed. Wake up every morning and cherish its beauty, for its your memory, your painting of life's splendor, your story told.