As Much As I Don't Care About

Most Of My Friends From Columbia Are Going On To Get Advanced Degrees. And Why Not? A Ph.d. Is The New M.a., A Master's Is The New Bachelor's, A B.a. Is The New High School Diploma, And A High School Diploma Is The New Smiley-face Sticker On Your First-grade Spelling Test.

Even With The Best Intentions, Growing Apart Might Just Be An Inevitable Part Of Growing Up.

I Wish Our Love Was Right Now.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

Love," He Said, "has The Longest Arms.