Time. And I'm choking up a bit.

Intro: tonight was a night I will hold dear to my heart, for it was a time when we could reminisce in the past. Also while reading this, maybe listen to "married life" from the movie "up."

Take me back. Take me back to last summer. Where in the words of ash, it was EPIC. 

For I miss it. No, I don't miss her, I miss the times. 

I miss not having a single thing to worry about. 

Then, we had nothing to fear, and every reason to smile. 

Now, we have time to fear, and less time to smile. 

Then, we spent nights up until 2, and spent the majority of our time in Mel's basement.

Now, we all work at 8, and we have an hour to sit and wish we had longer. 

Then, we had just graduated high school. We had our whole lives to do everything in the world. 

Now, we have less than a month, and we won't see each other for years.

Now, we're all slowly dwindling away, and we can't seem to make this one as good as last year. 

Oh how I'm going to miss Mel's laugh like the littlest elf. 

How I'm going to miss chance and Ashley being the couple we all knew would get married. 

How I'm going to miss never having to worry about being a wheel. 

...Except smeeg of course. 

Now, we've all moved away, and we all want to get married or leave on missions, and I just want to go to lagoon for our senior sluff day. I just want to fall asleep watching iron man 3 again. 

I just want to go boating on Utah lake one more time. 

I want to work with the good crew again. 

I want to not have to mend my heart-strings back together every time they fall apart when I walk into work. 

How I'm going to miss the busy-as-hell Friday nights with the fun-as-hell crew to push us through it. 

How im going to miss senior prom, and that trip to the aquarium. 

That senior dinner dance photo booth, where we all just went crazy. 

How I'll miss Carlos and Mel being so perfect. 

How I'll miss having friends. (Besides you, madi. I love you. 😊)

How I'll miss smeeg picking a wedgie in my basement, and everyone laughing hysterically. You will die with that written on your gravestone, sage. 

How I'll miss everyone complaining about my freezing pool, and sitting in front of the campfire. 

How I'll miss that camping trip. 

How I've missed that feeling of carelessness. 

How I've missed that feeling of... Not having to worry. 

Not having to worry about...

What happens next?

Not having to worry about...

Why is this happening?

Not having to worry about...

Not getting my "someday."

How I'll miss my best friends in the whole world. The skies are already looking so much more grey than they did last year, and they don't look like they'll change after the 25th. 

We have 24 more. 

Let's make them worth our time.