Wait for Me

It kills me not to know this
but I’ve all but just forgotten
what the color of her eyes were
and her scars or how she got them

One thousand miles away
there’s nothing left to say
but so much left
that I don’t know

-Rise Against

When I made the decision to move to DC next year — accepting my dream job — I’d been at Stanford for a summer, much of which was spent traveling, and a fall, which was so busy that I rarely socialized. At the time, my only thought of friends was, “I’m sure I’ll be able to meet people and have fun in DC.”

I had no idea what my relationships here would mean to me come graduation.

There’s still time…

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