Hello there. Who are you? Based on the course load, spring semester. Your first week of classes end early, yet fill me with stress. You have different sides to you. I want to experience all of those sides. You like to make the seniors feel nostalgic, reminding us all that this blissfully strained existence on a college campus is quickly coming to an end. Do you want to help me or hurt me? I have to know. Good thing I have all semester to figure you out. Your mediocre meals and vending machine Starbucks triple-shots fuel my motivation. Yet your thirsty Thursdays allow me to experience a short-lived sense of ferocious freedom. Regardless of how hungover I will be Friday morning, I still have to attend class. It's like you have me on a leash. I guess I'll have to deal with it for now. I'll see you in the morning, You.

So with all that's said and done, you very well might be the best thing to ever happen to me. I am infatuated with you. I am obsessed with you. I gotta soak you up before you slip through the cracks of my fingers. Because soon, love, you will be in the past.