Then slowly, over time, everything changes. And you’re no longer this young thing, and you don’t believe in fairytales and “perfect” isn’t in your vocabulary. And then suddenly, here is this man and he becomes so familiar to you that one day you find yourself looking at him thinking I could love this person for the rest of my life.
I was thinking I would keep waiting for life to get easier. You know, lower stakes, less risk, easier. And I was thinking, maybe it doesn’t. Maybe the struggle, the climb, one obstacle after another… maybe that’s just life.