If you wait, here is to you and me.
A distant echo from those Burlington days ring in my ears for a long minute. The flurries swirled around me and there he was, sitting shotgun as I smiled at those beautiful eyes. Then came that kiss, one that challenged my first love and every moment that came after. As I drove away, I had let the stereo play an old Taylor Swift song – one that drew me back to freshmen year and all the angst that clouded my periphery then.
Now the rain blankets the city and I stand in the shadows, for the demons have returned and I cannot afford another thread of my sanity. A 4 a.m. conversation strikes my mind as I am hounded by these past dozen seasons – one that could perhaps be the white steed on this plain of black and blue.