For the sweet @sixties-sexkitten
The day had finally come. You didn’t know anymore whether to be excited or extremely anxious. The path of your future was now held in between your hands. You didn’t know whether to wait and open the envelope when your parents got home or to do it right now. Should you call Peter? The two of you had been talking about ‘the future’ for what seems like a lifetime. Did you want him to be here for when you opened and read the letter? You did. But, this was your moment, this was your future. You had to do this alone.
Okay, you were going to do this. You were going to do this right now. The sooner you read the letter the sooner you could start actually having to deal with your future. Whether that be better or for worse.
Your hands were a shaking mess. There wasn’t anyway they were strong enough right now to tear open the seal so you beelined towards where you knew the envelope opener was. Ripping the drawer open you searched frantically for the utensil. Spotting it you froze for a small moment, this small utensil would be the thing that opened you to your future. This was it. You took hold of the cold metal and placed it to one end of the envelope. Slicing through the paper, okay that was done. Now it was time to take out the piece of paper. Your fragile fingers finding the edge of paper, slowly guiding it out. Your eyes scanning through the words to find just the one, ‘accepted’.