What if....

What if I choke out on the field when fall comes around?
What if it not all it cracks out to be?
What if my summer work doesn't get done?
What if my classes are harder than I expected?
What if I slack off like I did this year?
What if he goes off to college and loses his love for me?
What if the turkey really does drop?
What if he finds someone else?
What if we drift apart?

I don't want any of that to happen.
I hate it when I think about these things.
It always gets me upset.
I have one more week until my summer is over.
I think last night was the last time I will see him for a while.
I probably will see him before he goes off to college.
I just miss him a lot.

I don't want school to start.
But I want band camp to start.
I don't want to do my summer work either.
Gahhh...I really need to stop thinking.