So, I have to read The Native Speaker for my lit class. And sitting here, reading, I'm forced to think of my girlfriend. You all know her, right? The one that basicly turned a lot of my life around?
Well, there is a lot we hope for in the future. Like a family. In the story, there are a lot of rather powerful images. One of them is of the main character's young son Mitt playing in the park. In this scene, there is one moment when he come running into his mother's arms and she wraps him in her jacket.
For some reason after reading this passage, I cannot read any more. There are so many dreams tied to that image, dreams of the characters, dreams of me and my love, just so man that I can't read on.
Perhaps the choice that hangs over my head has something to do with it. My birthday is next month and I need to choose weather to have my girlfriend up on the actual day, but only for that day, or have her come up the weekend before from Friday to the very day before my birthday, likely alone and just with the two of us. I can't choose. I want to see her so badly, I want to spend what little time we have left before she leaves for Spain for five months togeather with her but it seems that fate is conspiring against us.
I don't know. I guess its just all the emotions that the passage invokes in me. Who know.
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