And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always

Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.

What happens in the band room stays in the band room.

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.

Whether you're studying electrical engineering or poetry, college is not about maximizing income, it's about becoming a better and more informed observer of the universe. And for me, at least, that what's leads to a more fulfilling life.