my weekend was great. laughter, sadness, love, and good company. at the beginning, i found myself sprinting through penn station, eagerness and anxiety fueling every stride, every jump over rolling luggage. i made the train with minutes to spare. it's funny in retrospect because it only saved me an hour, but what a great hour it was. realizing what that hour meant to me makes me want to wake up in the morning to see the face that makes me happiest. i never thought i would ever be in this situation. the girl who once never showed she cared now makes herself sick with the thought of wanting permanent security and someone always at her side in bed. questions are like a violent storm in my mind. what are these feelings? what does this all mean? why do things change? am i doing too much? is this right? is this normal? why do i cry? am i sad or angry? i just want to go home. and i don't know which home i want more.
i'm pretty sure that out of all this, for once in my life, i am happier than i have ever been. pretty sure this is what i needed. pretty sure i don't want this to change.
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You're quite a writer. Who would have thought? Maybe some work to share with me? We ask a lot of the same questions you know....it's comforting. We should lighten up maybe :) I love you.
sincerely,
face
p.s. Glad I found this
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