My mind is on constant switch from going to and fro about my feelings about the boy. We are headed towards a destination that may seem far off in the distant but duly inevitable. Obviously the past years have served as the first stepping stones to a shared future. Him and I. His and Hers. Together. Forever.
Then why does the feeling of uncertainty grieve me so? Why am I so wary of what the untold future may hold? I fear for myself and most importantly our happiness. It’s like having cold feet yet I am not standing before my wedding day. I am years off from that and am still a naive girl trying to steady herself on level ground. Maybe he is what my future holds because it’s obviously apparent that I am always turning back to him regardless of the numerous times I have attempted to leave him.
Ack. Fretting about useless nonsense will get me nowhere. . .
I guess I just want to know that he will love me for the rest of my life. Then again, everyone girl wants that.
