My light. We met my sophomore year of high school, running under the heat of the only star that could compare to her warmth. With each foot hitting the pavement, gravel, and red dirt, we pushed one another further. She continues to push me today, and I am proud to say I do as well. It is different now. This time she’s the sophomore, at OCU. I admire her dedication, accepting commendation with grace, while also being sincere with me about the burdens she feels.
While our lives have run us different places, they continue to sprint back to one another when we need it most. The resistance carried within her voice defrosts the numbing nerves I carry being in Norman. Knowing this summer I will be back in her glow brings me peace. This campus has caused me so much pain that I have refused to bear, as it is simply too heavy. As the words of confinement and resentment escape my voice in a whisper, she stays until my voice is whole again.
I have learned so much from her and am so thankful of the light and love she breathes into life.
I cannot wait to continue the tradition!