She.

As we lie here in bed, me and her, we contemplate the New year approaching. This girl and I. We reviewed 2012 as a year of great change and more changes yet to come. I even quoted Heraclitus and showed her my blog without being afraid of her judging me, I might have found love. We watched the ball drop in times square and ate a new years cake with her mom. I might love her. Speaking of love, we just made it. It was spectacular to say the least. I've never met anyone like her, and to think we just met a little over a month ago. I sound like Voltaire. I work with her at my new job, she is the cashier with dreadlocks, her name is Stephanie. Working with her after a long day at school brings joy to my days, and to think that we only met a little over a month ago... She smokes Marlboro menthol, its a bad habit but it has a sex appeal nonetheless. Over this winter break We've spent almost every waking moment together, doing everything and nothing. Exploring each others bodies, exploring the eastern seaboard, exploring what it means to find one another so randomly.
She just moved here from North Carolina, I'm showing her around these parts. They might have called in "courting" in the early 1900's, but this is 12:20 in the New year, 2013.
She has tattoos, they're beautiful and so is she.
I wrote this blog hoping she'll somehow find out about it and read for herself in the near future while we're still young and know what its like to find random love and not think twice about it.
I wrote this while thinking that I just spent the New year with her in her room talking about life, the future, and a bottle of french vodka. I love being 18.