I guess I feel like eight months ago was just yesterday and my parents were driving away in their dodge as I walked back to the dorms.

And my heart broke because I knew that in that car, an argument was starting and ending with “I hate you.”

And I knew that somehow nothing would ever be the same once I swiped my card and walked through that door.

And that night I met you, and I wondered how my life could ever be the same with someone so wonderfully dangerous and dangerously wonderful.

I never knew that you were so perfectly damaged in such a bizarrely attractive kind of way.

I never knew that you would bring out my damaged side and cause my perfect side to disappear with my inhibitions.

And I never knew that my life would tumble down the tubes of insanity and frivolity as I stayed up too late and slept in too late and forgot the things that mattered until it was too late.

And I guess that after those things happened, it seemed like yesterday that I walked away after fighting with him, saying things about you that I didn’t want to mean and that I didn’t want to be true, but I did and they were.

And I guess that I had no one to blame but myself.

And I guess I wanted to blame you, because it feels like yesterday that I walked out that dormitory door and out into the street, waiting for all of my yesterdays to catch up and flash before my bloodshot and teary eyes.