SSDD

and it all happened in an instant.

Everyone graduated, and everyone got a year older. The announcements were licked and sealed. They saw New York and said goodbye to their boyfriends.

And here we go again.

I haven't posted anything in months and I don't know if it's because I was intimidated by them or you or

maybe these new guys just ain't ready yet.

I saw you in the hall yesterday, but you graduated three years ago.

We're friends on Facebook, but I can't remember your name.

We got married 14 years ago, but we still feel like teenagers.

You're already counting down the days until June. But my calendar still says August. It will always be August around here.

I was listening to Spotify five minutes ago, but the song ended. I was left in silence with only the sound of punched keys and the echoes of students in the commons getting ready for Homecoming.

Listen to me. Do your hair up real nice and put on two squirts of cologne. Ask your parents to borrow the car and stop for a minute to take it all in. One day you'll forget everything. One day Homecoming will no longer exist. 

Don't worry if you don't understand anything I'm writing. I don't either. Pretty soon you'll be graduated and married and divorced and it will all make sense. Hit me up on Facebook. I'll respond to your friend request within three weeks, I promise.

Welcome back.