Getting the chills

It's been two years later, and it's deja vu.
You learn to love and learn to move on too.
You can't take what you've learned until you've put it into application.
You can't be the person who stands up and tells people what to do, even if you're a preacher, until you follow your own words and do it yourself.
Twice in one month I've learned to love and let go of myself - there's more to this world than what we can see.
In so many way, relationships are a great mystery,
The first dance where you get to know each other, where you hide parts that you feel insecure or unsafe showing (If I told the truth on everything we wouldn't work out, would we?)
The second dance where you truly get to know each other (I swear I can go on forever)
The third dance is where you learn to work through each other's differences (Please let me know that my one bad day will end)
And the final fourth dance is where you learn to love each other (I'm lost without you).

And I think these truly sum up what we go through, as humanity.
Now this isn't a rule, and definitely isn't a guideline for how relationships work.
Deftly we work our way through our feelings of discontent for the sake of passion.
Remembering life lessons, like it was taught in school, is a good way to move on.
Easy does it, easy does it.
Always be prepared though to be hurt, whenever you are prepared to hit the runway.

I don't always say this, but I never thought I would be the one saying these things.
Seriously, don't we understand the damage constantly picking up and moving on does?

Adorable.

"When we're with someone we think we'll be with forever, our thinking is so two-dimensional -- we see life in terms of "before" and "after" this person. I think what makes heartbreak and loss so hard is the stretching of your mind to include three dimensions instead of two -- forever always existed, just different than you imagined it. It's like when you're walking down a staircase and you think there's one more step so you step down, and your foot collides with the wood floor -- hard. It was always there. You just never saw it. You couldn't. The harshest realization? Humans can control a lot of things... but not all".
- AR

The air is cold

It's about time I realized that what I've wanted is where I used to be.
The scraping of the city that dulled my ears when I drove to school everyday.
The cold door slam of the arena door as I left the Oval in pitch dark night, dragging my tired soul to parking lot eleven.

The air is cold, the wind brings upon a shuddering chill. It was the season between fall and winter, where the air is cold enough for snow, but the heavens haven't released their flurry of offerings. After a long class dealing with macroeconomics and global supply and demand, I hastily pack up my books and head across campus. I'm about to walk to my car, probably see a fresh ticket on my windshield, when I catch the eye of this girl about twenty five feet to my right, entering MacEwan student centre.
She's beautiful. Just below shoulder length brown hair, and the most gorgeous brown eyes I've ever seen. I recognized her, it was like I tried to place her in my mind but I could not realize where we had met. I shuffled a little faster to get to the door after her, before it closed. We entered the student centre together, my mind racing to try to place her.

Later we would agree that my nervousness in approaching in her, and her realizing that this guy was following her, would make her turn around and approach me.
"Do I know you? I think I've seen you before." She smiled, she was genuine.
Now as a warning to others out there to NOT reply like me, my response was rather ridiculous.
"Yeah, I'm Tyler, we should kick it like a field goal." She kind of gave me a poker face, then her brilliant white teeth began to shine.

If this is college, then fail me

It wasn't that long ago, now was it? Oh wait, still my life!