I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time
Being married someday is going to be so cool. like you get to come home to your best friend every single day and just do life together.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.
But things work out, you know. Even if it doesn’t feel okay for a long time, or even if it feels like things will never be okay again, everything works out in the end.