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what comes is better than what came before.
i leave for austin friday morning & i'd be lying to you if i said i'm not scared of what the 9 days to follow might do to me, him, & us. why else would i be listening to these songs at this hour on this little sleep if i didn't feel like something might be wrong? not out of excitement, though don't think i'm not excited. this is something else entirely. i am, in fact, terrified. i say these words in my head, "let it be, let it be, let it be." but you, my own dear deer-in-the-headlights heart, you know this is so much easier said than done.