I’m so very, very happy.
I can’t think straight, I can’t believe I’m almost here.
I’m still afraid, still wondering if it will all disappear right in front of me.
Oh please, don’t let me down. I’ve come so far, not hoping and not caring. Or at least trying very hard.
Even now though, there’s a little voice in the back of my head telling me it won’t happen. That you’ll turn around and show me the door, just because it’s me.
Because these things never happen to me.
Because I, apparently, don’t deserve things the way other people do.
Because I’ve chosen the wrong people to fall madly, crazily in love with and then abandon to their fate.
Maybe it’ll end like that. Maybe we’ll both fall short and decide we don’t want anything after all. But as far as it’s gone, I’m incredibly amused and so… happy
If nothing else, I’m so grateful for that.




