Oh man, I can’t believe this is happening. Sarah and I are growing together so well. I’m so in love with her. And yet, this ship we are sailing on is sinking.
I’m beginning to notice so many little things about this beautiful world. The way the pink lemonade in the cafeteria pours out into my glass, the shape of the branches on the walk to back campus, the fog that settles in the valley.
I’m becoming more and more like Sarah every day and she is becoming more and more like me. We both even have the same hair color now. Guys on the hall thought I did it to look like her, but I told them it was for the show.
Oh, my Sarah is so beautiful and so soft.
The show opens tonight. It’s great being in a show with her; to always have her around.
Last night I walked alone to the waterfall after midnight. It was roaring so loudly. It was so big and happy. So happy to love, but it was also a bit afraid for those thousands of drops of water did not know where they were going. But there was peace there as well. God is leading the way.
Time is slipping away beneath me. But I hardly even notice it. For my eyes are filled with only three things these days:
My terrific friends.
My beautiful Sarah.
And the God who gave them both to me.