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It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

 Celine Dion makes me think of platonic love.  There is so much to be said for platonic love, for a pure and unhurt and beautiful friendship, for girlhood.  It’s all coming back to me now.  We were lip syncing in the kitchen while making pasta for dinner, because college girls don’t know how to make anything else.  We giggled when someone walked into that communal kitchen and looked at us funny for our dancing.  I live for those small moments, the most golden glowing seconds.  The music brings it all back to me, and I smile when I think of those girls, those younger versions of ourselves that only knew love and affection for life and each other.  Those girls are working together to reach their goals now, to get into law and medical schools. What I’d give for another night of simplicity and platonic love. One night of girlhood and kitchen dancing with my best friend.  -Emma Lancaster
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a breath

 The sun sinks low over water,  rippling with rays. And the sun shines through trees, green with late summer life. And you, you watch it shift. The world turns, you breathe in, you thank the Lord for the air in your lungs, and you breathe out.  Because when the water ripples with unsettling motion it always finds a way to settle  once more. -Emma Lancaster
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Liam

 I never thought I would have to think about the loss of a celebrity I loved as a child until I was at least thirty. However, here we are. A boyband member passed from this earth. Similar to many others across the world, this passing, while not personal, brings up personal feelings. We all lost a part of our younger selves with the loss of someone famous.  We are forced remember how fleeting light can be. Enjoy the warmth while you have it. Hug your young ones tight today, and be graceful to your younger self. -Emma Lancaster
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Ode to 18

I miss being 18. She was carefree, she was bold, she was courageous.  She learned so much more than I ever could now.  She felt things so big, she could be sad and bounce back, and she knew what it meant to be persistent. She had a joy for life, an eagerness to keep going, to grow. I don't have much time for feeling anymore, and what a weight that can be. I miss going on walks on nice days.  I miss being excited.  I miss living with my freshman-year roommate. I miss the feeling of tears drying, knowing that it would all turn out okay. I was softer. I miss her. -Emma Lancaster
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loss

 nothing makes you appreciate life more than the loss of a precious one. -Emma Lancaster
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Here Is To My Roaring 20s

 Here is to my roaring 20s, to the mistakes that I will make, to the lessons that I will learn, to the people I will love, to the sunsets I will watch, to the life that I will live, and to the life that I will build. Here is to my roaring 20s, to the years that will fall in this decade, to the months that will be spent with love, to the days that will be filled with joy, to the hours that I will pass, to the minutes that I will wish to last forever, to the seconds that I will soak into memory. Here is to my roaring 20s, to the years that will change my life, to the decade that was my childhood dream, to the present moment on the brink of something wonderful. Today, I am 20. What a fantastic thing to be. -Emma Lancaster
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My Shooting Star

 I was listening to a song that made me think of him, when all of a sudden, there was a shooting star.  Goodbyes are always hard to say, even when they're goodbyes that have a "see you later" attached to them. Then, when I was thinking of him again, there was a second shooting star. He's one of the hardest goodbyes I've ever had to say, and I cried three times on the drive home. Then, when I was being a daydreamer and missing him and driving all at the same time, there was a third shooting star.  The universe has a funny way of telling you that it's going to be okay. The next song that played was All Of The Stars by Ed Sheeran. "I saw a shooting star and I thought of you." -Emma Lancaster
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Little Bird

 Dear little love, You are three weeks old today. What a beautiful little life you are. This world is big, little bird, and it will be all yours.  You will fly all your life. I will be so lucky to watch you in the sky. Sleep sound through the night, I will always hold you tight. You are blessed by Heaven, You are a little light. -Emma Lancaster
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Too Weak to Hold Water

 I sometimes think about what would have happened  if I had never found out that he  wasn't in love with me. If he had gotten away with cheating, how long would he have hidden it from me? Would I know, even today? How would my heart have hurt differently? But then I think about who I was, who I am, where I am, where I will go, what I was, and what I will be next, and I refuse to think for a second longer about the love that was too weak to hold water. -Emma Lancaster
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And oh,

 And oh, he is fun. He is serious when necessary, and he is serious about me. But he is fun.  He skips down the sidewalks with me. He dances to Taylor Swift. He likes otters. He keeps a drawing of a dinosaur in his pocket when he goes to work. I'm having the adventure of a lifetime. The smile never fades. -Emma Lancaster
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