It's easy to feel alone when you are literally alone. I'm holding tightly to the feeling, though. The thought that fifty miles away, there's a heart that aches back. It's interesting to me because this entire feeling appeared like black ice on the asphalt outside my window, and like always my heart has been cast adrift by the hopes of its own interests.
She presented a very interesting idea to me. I don't know what to think of it. Everything within my desires its fruition, but we know that we need to take it slow. How can two people fall for each other so quickly? It's frightening...
The part of all this that's so peculiar is that there isn't a question in my mind about how she feels about me. I hope she feels the same. I'm ready to let my heart explore and live freely.

One can only hope that my life is prepared.

Windswept and cartwheeled. That's how I feel. My heart's dancing within my chest and my lungs are sweeping the hallways for clues of you. I smell your hair atop my pillow, and your sweater sets on my dresser like something you shed while blooming.
A friend of mine told me that I should ignore any inhibitions. I should hurl myself headlong into the dark doorway of relationships and move as quickly or slowly as I want. "You're happy, don't stop." It's so easy for her to say, having felt the heat rise through her cheeks and out her mouth in such a bright fashion.
Another told me that Caution was the wisest course.
What then is the most basic truth? Fulfillment or withholding? I could easily end up in DuPage, attending the community college and renting out an apartment with a beautiful girl. The question isn't whether I want to or not, but whether it would be wise?

What is wisdom, anymore?

A. Freedom
B. Caging desires
C. All of the above