It is so funny the way these sounds of a celebration in the house next door are sweeping in through my window. It is a celebration of a new born baby boy. It makes me think of the time that I have spent here, staying in this campus.

There are these distinct memories of the boy's father that I hold deep within my heart. He was a lot of my firsts. These memories hold such a romantic innocence, such a vivid image of the sun kissed days and the breezy nights of my childhood.

I don't know what to feel. I look back with a lot of fondness and nostalgia. I remember the little girl madly in love when I think of him. The things he once said to me, are a huge part of what I assume to be Romance.

And now he is a father.
That is it.