Slow Falling Snow

Here I sit.  Dreams of King Arthur and Jane Austen, Wordsworth and Kumenyakka, Megan Fox and Meryl Streep.  I was meant for more than this college dorm room.  I was meant for bigger things than this tiny bed, I was meant for better things than drunken women at college parties, I was meant for more than English 001.

Yet, here I am.  They always say you have to reach the bottom before you can climb to the top.  Losing my only love of my life to my best friend wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but hell, at least I got an express trip to the start of my climb.  Right?

Alas, for now I'll watch the slow falling snow out of my window, and hope that I won't always have to watch it alone.