I have fifty two days until the wedding. I feel like I should have some level of fear connected to this decision I have made but there is none. It is clear in my mind and I have no doubt.
In these moments, my future seems to stretch out before me like a long straight road before bending deeply for the horizon.
We still live on top of each other. Last night, in my sleep, I told Brian that I had no space and no where to go. I woke up to both of us pulled as far apart from each other as we could.
Our bed is so small, we were still touching.
And yet he seemed too far away. As if we were touching by circumstance and not by choice.
It is a beautiful life we are starting.
-d
I feel:
I am reading:
I am listening to:
�hates: mornings, inconsistancy, incompetance, my student loan officer, liars, living with my parents, shopping for clothes.