On Common Sense
my ring is a half-size too big but i don't care. it's pretty.
i got my nails done with kolbe's mom. then she bought me clothes. i bought her lunch. she considers us even: /...
speaking of which...i think i've found IT. the elusive it that makes women sigh and men blush; the thing that so many chatrooms and websites are dedicated to finding; the thing that teenage girls say to their boyfriends 30 minutes into a date; the thing that transcends logical bonds and breaks unseen psychological barriers; the thing that drives us, intoxicates us...makes us better people. if you can't guess what i'm talking about, then i feel sorry for you.
we lie on his bed sometimes, just holding hands and talking for hours upon hours of hopes, dreams, expectations. i tell him things i have never told another living being. he comforts me in my down times and rejoices with me in my up times. we laugh, we cry, together. our dreams coincide. when we speak of our houses, our children, our cars, our jobs...we know they will be side by side. our futures are intertwined. some might call it silly, hasty, unwise to speak of these things so early. but sometimes people just know. whether it'd been 4 months or 4 years, we still would've come to the same conclusion. he says i make him a better person, that i make him want to have a future. he's planning his life around me. some people might be alarmed and try to shy away from such commitment. but why do it when it feels, seems, is so right? neither of us are ready for marriage, now. i'm moving away, he's in college, i'll be travelling, he'll be at home working. but distance only strengthens relationships, i think. it's known to both of us that we could see other people, if we wanted, but we both know we won't. he's made me happy. he makes me happy. he'll make me happy. it's just something i'm sure of. he's my constant, my shield, my help, my song.
and hot damn, do i know how lucky i am.
that's all for now, kids...drink up, be merry.
i got my nails done with kolbe's mom. then she bought me clothes. i bought her lunch. she considers us even: /...
speaking of which...i think i've found IT. the elusive it that makes women sigh and men blush; the thing that so many chatrooms and websites are dedicated to finding; the thing that teenage girls say to their boyfriends 30 minutes into a date; the thing that transcends logical bonds and breaks unseen psychological barriers; the thing that drives us, intoxicates us...makes us better people. if you can't guess what i'm talking about, then i feel sorry for you.
we lie on his bed sometimes, just holding hands and talking for hours upon hours of hopes, dreams, expectations. i tell him things i have never told another living being. he comforts me in my down times and rejoices with me in my up times. we laugh, we cry, together. our dreams coincide. when we speak of our houses, our children, our cars, our jobs...we know they will be side by side. our futures are intertwined. some might call it silly, hasty, unwise to speak of these things so early. but sometimes people just know. whether it'd been 4 months or 4 years, we still would've come to the same conclusion. he says i make him a better person, that i make him want to have a future. he's planning his life around me. some people might be alarmed and try to shy away from such commitment. but why do it when it feels, seems, is so right? neither of us are ready for marriage, now. i'm moving away, he's in college, i'll be travelling, he'll be at home working. but distance only strengthens relationships, i think. it's known to both of us that we could see other people, if we wanted, but we both know we won't. he's made me happy. he makes me happy. he'll make me happy. it's just something i'm sure of. he's my constant, my shield, my help, my song.
and hot damn, do i know how lucky i am.
that's all for now, kids...drink up, be merry.