her heart pounding, she quickly wipes the sweat that has started to creep down her brow. breathing a deep sigh, giving her brand new dkny midnight blue suit one last tug (quickly she wonders why she even made such a purchase), regripping her briefcase, she finally gets the courage to take a step forward and enter the fifty story building in the heart of century city. in the elevator she nearly drops her project proposals five times. sweat begins to linger upon her neck. her heart won't stop racing. jesus, when did she think she could even go this far?
it's april, 2008. she's 25. she came back to LA four years ago, welcomed the comforts of sunshine, smog, horrible traffic back into her life. visits her parents at least once every two weeks and everyone else that has found their way back to LA. fell for some sweet talking bastard, again. wallowed in disappointment, failed an essential communication law test and spent the rest of the semester living at the library to finally attain a B plus. spent countless hours in the law library frantically searching for cases, doing research for a law professor. even slept once there, waking up to the janitor's boom box. knew what real studying finally meant, not skimming books, reviewing notes but reading textbooks twice, scrutinizing each and every word the professor said hoping it would be imprinted in her hippocampus for at least the next day. and perhaps she found love manifested in that boy with the intense eyes who sat across from her in her global policy class. and it was real, he was real, and soon enough, he left. broke her heart. but gave her every reason to believe that there is something concrete out there, something so simple that it had to be love.
so she remembered that boy while she was in the elevator. remembered his soft touch, his warm embrace. the way he'd stoke her hair in the moments they stole while sprawled on the living room floor, textbook after textbook opened, papers scattered. and what he said to her, under that huge oak tree in front of the library, that touched even the darkest corners of her heart, previously uncharted. she remembered all this as she went up thirty eight stories. and as the elevator door swung open, she was smiling.
---- my rather romanticized and idealistic way of how my life will turn out. gives me something to believe in right?
it's april, 2008. she's 25. she came back to LA four years ago, welcomed the comforts of sunshine, smog, horrible traffic back into her life. visits her parents at least once every two weeks and everyone else that has found their way back to LA. fell for some sweet talking bastard, again. wallowed in disappointment, failed an essential communication law test and spent the rest of the semester living at the library to finally attain a B plus. spent countless hours in the law library frantically searching for cases, doing research for a law professor. even slept once there, waking up to the janitor's boom box. knew what real studying finally meant, not skimming books, reviewing notes but reading textbooks twice, scrutinizing each and every word the professor said hoping it would be imprinted in her hippocampus for at least the next day. and perhaps she found love manifested in that boy with the intense eyes who sat across from her in her global policy class. and it was real, he was real, and soon enough, he left. broke her heart. but gave her every reason to believe that there is something concrete out there, something so simple that it had to be love.
so she remembered that boy while she was in the elevator. remembered his soft touch, his warm embrace. the way he'd stoke her hair in the moments they stole while sprawled on the living room floor, textbook after textbook opened, papers scattered. and what he said to her, under that huge oak tree in front of the library, that touched even the darkest corners of her heart, previously uncharted. she remembered all this as she went up thirty eight stories. and as the elevator door swung open, she was smiling.
---- my rather romanticized and idealistic way of how my life will turn out. gives me something to believe in right?
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