This morning, my grandmother gave me the last piece of her jewelry. It holds so much value, and not just in the physical sense. It's almost too heavy for me to hold.
It scares me that this may possibly the last piece of her that I'll have to hold. It scares me that after I come back this summer, she won't be here for me to hold.
I've been so caught up in so many things that I've failed to see what's really important, that there's more important things than chemistry with a boy and the chemistry in books.
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