The most understandable thing in the world should be how minutes lead to hours, how hours lead to days, how days can make a year. And yet, this neat progression can still be surprising.

Moments into minutes. Minutes into hours. Hours into days. Days into years. Years into possibility. This will linger.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them … but it can also mean you’re trapped.

How do you commemorate a year? A paper anniversary, but we are the words written down, not the paper.