Senior year has turned out to be way more than I expected. I have better friends that I ever could have hoped for. I have met more people than my social anxiety will ever allow me to on my own. I have cried more times than I can count. I have laughed 100 times that much.

I never thought I could love anyone more than I loved Bobby; I was wrong. But this time it's okay, because he loves me back. Just, not in the same way. Sure, we fight a lot, and we get on each others nerves sometimes, but we love each other. For the longest time, I didn't think he really did. He said it to me, but I didn't think he really did. But then on Friday, at Finale, I could just tell. We finished everything, and we were all hugging each other, and he comes up to me, completely balling, saying that he loves me and that he doesn't know what he's going to do without me next year. It was then I could tell that he really does love me.

I never thought I'd be able to make so many friends that I never had any reason to talk to in the first place. I sometimes feel like I have better friends that live 2 hours away than I do in Beavercreek. Every weekend that I spend with them just makes me love them all more and more. In the short amount of time that I have known them, they have given me some of the best memories of my senior year. From going there the first time, to the weekend my parents were gone, to their prom, and this weekend will definately be just as amazing.

But more than anything, senior year has taught me to live it up. Everything is worth it. Love is worth all the pain, the tears. Life's too short for hate. Nothing last forever, but if you keep worrying about when it's going to end, you miss out on the good part.