I was on Facebook not too long ago and I was shown a memory. I posted about how I was struggling with college entrance essay topics and how crazy some of them were. So, I decided to research some of the craziest ones and write them! Here is one from the University of Pennsylvania. "You have just completed your 300-page autobiography. Please submit page 217." I imagine that sometime in my life, I will fall in love, and then be terribly heartbroken, so here goes nothing!

Chapter Seven

I just cannot believe it. I mean, he was my perfect summer day, every little thing he did made me fall for him just a little bit more. The way he would whisper-yell at inanimate objects when he tripped over them, how he grasped my hand ever so gently in the occasional empty silence of long car rides. When wearing a dress shirt he would have to cuff his sleeves twice, and he would sneak me a smile at dinner with my parents and he never ceased to know exactly what type of tea I was in the mood for. He called me his always and I always believed him because he was the brightest light in my life.

I loved him more than the whole of the earth. Back then every single thing reminded me of him and my foolish heart was crippled. I tried to reconcile my thoughts and feelings, pack them into tiny boxes and ship them far, far away, but in the midst of it all, they always seemed to shatter, leaving myself with nothing but a pile of lifeless dreams and ludicrous fantasies. My everything had been torn apart at the seams, like an old storybook, page by agonizing page. Life was moving faster than I could read and I could not shake off that tiny sliver of humiliating hope that still lingered. Hope that it was all just a hiccup, hope that we would one day be strong, the delusion that maybe he would go along with my antics and we would sing of our love together again. I thought he was my everything; that with him, my life began; that with him there was no such thing as sin, only happy times and breathless moments shared by our eternal gaze, but he was gone.

I did not think I would have another jovial thought. I sincerely began to believe that my life was completely over when he walked out. In times of struggle and heartache, we as humans tend to make the best of discoveries. I discovered that my friends and family are more important to me than a boy or a job. They are my sanity and what make me whole and I think that discovery still applies now.