Into Durham’s waiting arms
Look baby, when we first met, you thought you saw something in me. Something I didn’t even see in myself. You called it “potential.” I thought you must have made a mistake. Heck, mistakes happen all the time. But you showed me a snapshot of a life far different from mine, and I thought, why not? You made me dream of unfamiliar sights, sounds I had never heard, memories I could almost touch if I closed my eyes and reached out. You promised me small wonders in the form of education and experiences that I could neatly place on the shelves of my heart and mind, wonders that would guide me through life. I started to believe you. Luckily, I was filled with a constant desire for something other than the present, an unbearable wistfulness. You cast your spell and my soul soared.