For time is the longest distance between two places
Sometimes, I look back at my past and wonder if anythings changed beyond the absolute obvious. Time is such a strange thing. People change, things change, and in the blink of an eye, you're staring at something completely new to you - something completely alien, yet familiar in its own way. Suddenly you're living a life you don't recall choosing, or stepping into. But here you are anyway.
Here is where I am. I don't know how I got here, but I'm loving it.
Nine years marks a lot. I'm definitely not the same person now that I was then, but for what it's worth, I prefer it better now. Because, while I had only begun to know my favourite person then, I can now look back and smile at all the years we've had.
Because, now, nine years later, I can finally look forward to nine days with him.
The 20th of September. I'll wait, patiently or no, until the day I can run into his arms and bowl him over, public spaces be damned.
It's a mixture of things I'm feeling. Terror. Fear. Anxiety. What if he hates me? What if I realise I can't stand him in person? What if we have absolutely nothing to talk about? What if, what if, what if?
And then there's the feeling of absolute bliss. The fact that I will finally, finally, be able to hold onto something real, something that's not a figment of my imagination. Something I can look back to and smile on.
There are so many things on my mind now that I know my head will explode if I try to put them into words. So I'll sit here and wait, and try not to think about it.
But for what it's worth - I think it's going to be a good wait.
But god forbid I throw up in fright when I meet him.