mostly nonsense

CLXXXVIII.

It will happen like this:

Everything will be quiet, for a while. We’ll work our way through college; I’ll find another cause to attach myself to, some injustice to be righted, and leave even more idealistic than I came in. You’ll submit to the rules, the routines, the inspections; quickly be given more responsibility than you know what to do with; and graduate to the sound of the national anthem, colors proudly flying behind you. Every few months, when you’re home for some holiday or another, you’ll meet me at my apartment downtown, and we’ll laugh about how nothing turned out the way anyone would have thought for the conservative princess and the girl with the curls. Life will beat on.

And then - 

A thousand miles away (or a continent away, or an ocean, or right in our backyard), someone important will say something important and make some kind of important decisions that won’t mean much to anyone here but world leaders and high school social science teachers

and you,

and I will drive 1100 miles to kiss you on the mouth in front of the airport and pretend it doesn’t mean anything, pretend I don’t know that this could be my last chance to tell you all those silly thoughts I have whenever I see your face, thoughts about grand proclamations in auditoriums full of people and do you know how stupid my first name would sound next to your last name?

It will happen like this, and I can only wait.