a "heart to hardt" of literary proportions

i love literature. obviously, it's a significant part of my education as an english major. and as someone who studies the ins and outs of literature on a daily basis, i can't help but find certain aspects of it in my daily life. as my high school english teacher always said, "literature is everywhere! you just can't escape it." (thanks for the wise words, nuz!) it's so true. i find myself thinking the same thing so often. and the past twenty-four hours of my life have been especially filled with literature. elements of foreshadowing, dialogue, and character development were major themes yesterday, last night, and this morning...
my friends and i often randomly break out in song. yesterday, annie seemed to be playing on repeat in all of our heads. "the sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun..." we sang it intermittently throughout the day, a line here and a line there. little did we know that we would actually see the sun come up that morrow. foreshadowing. it's ironic and sometimes unexpected; you never really know when one small thing will play itself out in a big way.
the girls and i got to talking last night. minutes turned into hours as we took turns talking and listening, listening and talking. and before we knew it 11o'clock at night became 6o'clock in the morning. questions called for answers, sentences turned into monologues, tidbits became insights, and giggles grew into lots and lots of laughter. dialogue. it's amazing how much there is to say. about this, that, and everything. and it's incredible how our words, what we say, and how we say it, form us into who we are.
in the seven hours we spent sprawled out on our tiny dorm room beds, chit chatting into the wee hours of the morning, i learned so much about my friends. in some ways, more was said in one night than has been said in months and months of smaller conversations. something about the secret safeness that exists in the hours between sunset and sunrise heartened our heart to heart. we shared secrets, both silly and sincere. we layed out our hopes and dreams. we put our whole selves on our sleeves. character development. it's remarkable how many pieces of ourselves there are to put together, making the fragments of who we are into a whole. we found and shared pieces, both new and old, bringing us leaps and bounds closer to knowing ourselves and knowing eachother.
with all that to say, i do love literature. i love that we can't escape it, how it pops up in almost every part of our lives. but even more so, i love my friends. they are all such incredible girls with incredible stories and incredible spirits. i love the all-nighter we pulled thanks in part to unhealthy amounts of sugar and the phenomena of insomnia. i loved watching the night sky illume into day, knowing that sleep is far over rated in comparison to quality time with people we love. and i loved our "heart to hardt." it was definitely one for the record books, and one of literary proportions.

thanks girls, for being who you are. thanks for the memories of last night and of the year as a whole. i love you all SO much!