August has been a significant month for me for a fair share of my life. August 1998, the start of my senior year at Highland High, I walked into my sixth period creative writing class not knowing that soon I would become acquainted with a quiet girl named Sarah that wore Star Wars shirts and a pair of little boys' Darth Maul sneakers. Never would I have predicted that, one year later, on August 22nd, 1999, she and I would share our first kiss, nor could I have foreseen the extent to which I would grow to love her.
August 1999 was also the month I met Sarah's family. Her mother, Shelley and her sisters, Bekah and Hannah. Hannah was only 3 years old when I met her, and I was smitten instantly. A bright, exuberant little girl with a bright future and an even brighter smile. You could say that, looking back, August 1999 was one of the best months of my life. Now, 12 years later, August 2011, after having had to say goodbye to the young woman that I'd come to love like my own sister, has been the worst. If given the choice, however, knowing that I would experience this level of heartache in exchange for the bond I have for Sarah and her family, I would gladly go through it again. This month would not have been this heart wrenching if the years preceding it weren't filled with joy. I'm going to miss Hannah, and I'm going to keep on loving her as if she'd never left. These past 12 years with Sarah have been, unequivocally, the best years of my life. I look forward to what the future holds for us, because no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together.
August 1999 was also the month I met Sarah's family. Her mother, Shelley and her sisters, Bekah and Hannah. Hannah was only 3 years old when I met her, and I was smitten instantly. A bright, exuberant little girl with a bright future and an even brighter smile. You could say that, looking back, August 1999 was one of the best months of my life. Now, 12 years later, August 2011, after having had to say goodbye to the young woman that I'd come to love like my own sister, has been the worst. If given the choice, however, knowing that I would experience this level of heartache in exchange for the bond I have for Sarah and her family, I would gladly go through it again. This month would not have been this heart wrenching if the years preceding it weren't filled with joy. I'm going to miss Hannah, and I'm going to keep on loving her as if she'd never left. These past 12 years with Sarah have been, unequivocally, the best years of my life. I look forward to what the future holds for us, because no matter what comes our way, we'll face it together.
tadkil:
Love makes life worth it.