I was prepared for the fact that I wouldn't be accepted in the slightest.
Yet, despite saying to myself that I am prepared, I feel.....sad.
Even if the days we spend are still carefree-- the fact that I wasn't accepted will loom overhead, like dark cloud hovering over the skies on a clear, sunny day.
I fear that the sun's radiance will eventually be completely covered by the cloud, leaving us with nothing but the biting cold.
One day, the cloud will burst, and it will rain. We'll be soaked.
I could stand up against it all: dance in the rain instead of run from it. But the rain is not gentle to dance in: it's acid rain, slowly eroding away at everything. I know that the rain will not leave me unscathed.
Maybe instead of rain, the darkening clouds will leave, pushed gently yet determinedly along by the wind. Only time will tell.