Honestly, I’d like to know.
I just can’t believe that my life has gotten to this point; a point in which my heart is just so full. I truly lucked into this life. You know how people always talk about that one pivotal moment in their lives when everything changes? Yeah, I’m having that. Well I had it, but it’s still in the process of changing. It’s just crazy.
It’s crazy to think about where I was almost a month ago. What I was doing, who I was with, how I was feeling, where life was taking me. Honestly, I wish my old self knew what amazingness was coming my way. It’s mind boggling thinking about all the days I felt lonelier and less happy than I should have felt. Had I known what was coming my way, I would have squashed those damn thoughts like a big ugly spider. And I’m afraid of spiders, so that’s some serious shit.
I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not anxious like I used to be. I don’t feel depressed or like this unimaginable weight is crushing my chest. I feel free. I feel loved. I feel at peace. I’m not saying that I don’t still have moments of “oh shit what’s happening,” because I do. But I love those moments because they lead me to you.
One day these days will be a distant memory. One day we’ll tell our grandkids about the whirlwind love we found ourselves wrapped up in. We’ll tell them to trust the feeling, that the proof is in the pudding. We’ll tell them to just dive into a love when you know it’s pure and true. One day, when we’re old and gray, you’ll be rocking beside me; you’ll look to me and say “24m” and it’ll happen all over again.