Emily Rae Robles

the paradoxymoron

College Life

That first year of the rest of our lives, we lived mainly in our imaginations.

All around us, young men and women newly liberated from the confines of luxury decided to make decisions, overburden themselves, and individualize their lives.  But the two of us stayed in our imaginations.

It was nicer that way, benefiting from the freedom while imagining even more.  While others spent their nights meeting people they would rarely remember,  we built up a world populated by what-ifs and if-whens that would last us a nostalgic lifetime.

We were adults living in a children’s world, or perhaps the other way around. In the madness that was our sanity, we giggled and sang and danced our way through happiness.

The years following separated our inseparability and tested our imaginations with reality.  Now we are authentic, living in a world created not only by ourselves.  We own a future, more than our what-ifs and if-whens.

In each first year of the rest of our lives, we are nostalgic for our imagination.



February 5, 2011 - Posted by | ramblings, stories, writings | , , , ,

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