Seafoam Dreams

There are moments in life where everything seems to just come together. Last night on the dance floor, life was

amazing.

I have been extremely busy. I have kept myself extremely busy. I apologize if you missed my words, but I doubt that few of you did.

I can feel the heat of lazy afternoons creeping up behind my worries over exams and prom chair and SODA and work and love.

Yes, love.

I was thinking the other night about how many times people have tried to explain love. How many words and sentences and metaphors and photographs tried to explain it. And I almost did it myself, but then I decided to just leave it as

Love is.

I hope that I don't have to explain that. When the Mad Scientist got out of his car yesterday, in his tux and blinding scream of blond hair, it made me take a step back. All of those times that I have stared at him, and yesterday he looked exactly like the reason why I smile most days.

And dinner was nice. Prom was nice. The party was nice. But William was amazing.

As much as I whine and complain and worry about things that don't matter, I know that I have an amazing life.

I will forget my proms. I will forget what dress I wore, what the gym looked like, how late we were out. I may forget what he was wearing that day, or what the weather was like.

But I seriously doubt thatI will ever let go of that feeling of awe when I felt my heart skip a beat, and I saw my Mad Scientist for what he really is.

Amazing.