Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Runner

The Runner

If we were to run away, we would first start at the Grand Canyon.
You once told me how you wanted to go camping and I’ve never forgotten that because you said that the same day you told me you loved me for the first time.
I mean, if we’re going to go camping, let’s at least go somewhere with a nice view.

Our second destination would be California; we’d get lost in a crowd of stars in Hollywood, walk on all sorts of beaches, visit the San Diego Zoo, and eventually make our way up to Yosemite where we would carve our initials into a large, beautiful oak tree that has been around longer than we can count on all of our toes and fingers.

The third place we’d run off to would be Vegas. We’d sneak into casinos and win money. How else are we going to pay for our trip? Then we’d find a small chapel to elope at. Virginity is a sacred thing that should be saved for marriage and I want to make love to you every night until death do us part.

We’d go skiing in the bitter cold winters of Colorado.

We’d snap a photo of ourselves in front of South Dakota’s famous mountain, Mount Rushmore.

We’d go to a rodeo in Texas.

We’d take a photo of ourselves next to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis.

We’d eat peaches in Georgia.

We’d visit Washington D.C. and see our nation’s capital for the first time.

We’d party with Snooki at the Jersey Shore.

We’d pour maple syrup over everything we eat in Vermont.

We’d chow down on some lobster in Maine.

For our final destination we’d go to New York; we would visit the Statue of Liberty, go to the exact location in Times Square where a nurse and sailor’s first kiss became a famous photo, we would take a stroll in Central Park, and lastly, we would visit the World Trade Center, where too many American citizens lost their lives and too many firemen died trying to save them. It’s sad to say that a tragic day like that is what brought us together as a country…no matter what political party we supported.

-Alexandria Rizik
Wednesday, October 3, 2012