Un día, se sabrá (si el amor puede mover una montaña)

"I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you."

Basically, that's how the it went. Replace the summer with... one night and the trees with chandelier-like lighting fixtures, and its basically a word for word recount of the story I told my friend the other day. It ended with a nostalgic sigh and "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted." "I guess that's college for you," she replied.

But what does that mean? I guess what is college? Dead ends? Meeting people who get you, who think the exact same way you do? Finding yourself? And Nemo? and Neverland.... and Forrester... yep, that's all part of it. Take out the (mom, you better stop reading here) 7 dollar bottles of champagne and the sexiling and college almost seems like something profound (i really tried to come up with a deeper than that, but couldn't think of one. so much for that theory).

Don't get me wrong, my sentiments towards college are probably one of the only things Asher Roth and I have in common. I love being responsible for my own success. I like having to make my own decisions, whether i end up reaping the benefits or facing the consequences. I like being able to pull the 'poor college student' card, whether its true or not (mom i told you to stop reading!). i like living in a colony of friends, where the younger generation truly does have power over adults.

But despite all this, I don't feel the need to go to college. I recognize the value in a college degree and the opportunities it presents, but I don't think my life is pointing in a direction of a woman in a business suit judging me based on a number on a piece of paper. Somehow, I just don't think thats how the Hondurans roll. In fact, I know how the Hondurans roll. Because I've made baleadas with them.

Sooooo ... I don't really know how to end this ... just like i don't know how my college career will end.... (sappy metaphor, clutch. i guess i did know after all).