I remember thinking, knowing,. That this day would come,. I remember telling, yelling,. Screaming into the ears of friends,. Into hallways, into mirrors and in notebooks,. Screaming, all alone, into a beautiful sunset. They said, I was a cynic,. That I was troubled for the sake of being troubled alone. They said I was being ridiculous. I stopped and took in the rays. Golden and red, everything shone. Everything was more amazing than it should have been.