" I met Cheyenne through Freshman year volleyball and we were friends because I tried; I borrowed cowboy boots for football games, didn't discuss my quirky music, and washed my shoes.
As I grew, however, it was our differences that brought us together.
Or at least that's how my bike-tire-greased, highlight-yellow, heel-cap-ripping-at-the-seams Chuck-Taylors are supposed to be colored.
Freshman year, I tried so hard to keep them that pristine, popular M7652-000 color.
We had all journeyed to the TD Garden from wherever we were in our lives to see Tom Petty perform.
I knew his music because my mother had shared it with me.
I began vocally expressing my sentiments towards the world to my friends as I learned from theirs.
While I introduced my friends to thrift-shopping and wrote articles about more environmentally friendly methods of transportation, they took me to my first line-dance and helped me examine the other side of gun-control in `Agora Coffee House'.
I looked into the smiles of the crowd, the dancing arms and carefree yes, and realised we were all feeling something of our own. With the shared heart of others, I can travel vertically through time and horizontally through space.
I long to make connections and there are no boundaries that limit how this can be done, not even time and not even space.