contemplation

i'm toying with the idea of not falling in love for the next two years. no relationships, no boys, no men, no getting-to-know-you period, no frogs no princes no third parties no online pint-sized distractions -

most of all, no heartaches.


it feels like i'll never love again.

for you, however. i wish you well. may the army help you find out more about yourself, may your job help you find your forte and love and bring you great joy and prosperity. may you become the man i think you'll become.

you'll be fine. don't worry, you'll be fine. life has a funny way of turning out alright. it'll all pass, eh? : )