- Sam

Alaska Is...

       the gut-wrenching feeling of the unfamiliar. It’s being ripped out of our comfort zone and thrust into something new. Alaska is screaming its challenge into our faces. WE could have run the other way, but here we are screaming back in Alaska’s raw face, “HERE I AM.” Alaska is the satisfaction of having a sore throat and lungs that are tired of shouting, living, and breathing, but always yearning for more of the air that only hangs in the Last Frontier.

Final Reflections

Oh! It is love.
       I am apparently very involved in a very unhealthy relationship. There is this boy, who I let walk all over me. I invest so many feelings and love into him and he just continues to break my heart.
       His name is Alaska.
       But what’s a girl to do? He’s so charming and completely beautiful. Most of the time he’s great. He does the right things at the right time. But were always “on again, off again.” We’ll have three great weeks together and then that’s it. He disappears after that.
       But the thing is I’m head over heels for him. I’d do anything for Alaska, and I’d do anything to be with Alaska. He loves it when I’m spontaneous and make brash decisions. I’m the best version of myself when I’m with him. I try new things and act courageous and brave when Alaska’s around.
       I know he’s going to leave me again soon, but I’m just going to have to keep fighting for his affections.
       And this is a shameful, sloppy, last minute attempt to ask him to stay. I could pump up this last love letter with reused five dollar words. But how could I impress so magnificent? Not with a letter laden with rich vocabulary. Not with a gift; there is no labor of love that is quite enough to make Alaska understand that we belong together.