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< July 26, 2007 - 11:30 p.m. > It's nighttime. We're standing together on a beach, surrounded by thousands of people, all looking expectantly at the stars, waiting. "This is what an anthill must feel like," I think. "This is incredible," you say. I stare back and nod. We're only alone because our friends found better spots ages ago, but it feels like something, somehow. And there they are, suddenly, the explosions in the sky that we've been waiting for. I wish I wasn't standing in this crowd anymore, because this is just like that song I love so much: we're standing here, watching the fireworks, and I wait and wait for the moment where the rest of the world magically fades around us, but it doesn't come. I'm looking at the sky and it's so beautiful it hurts. How could this be what I wanted? The way the fireworks light up your face ... That picture of you, I swear I'll remember it forever. It's over as quickly as it began. We make our way through the crowd and the spell is broken, and I feel sad, because waiting for the letdown is all I seem to do these days.
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