with everything going on,
i can't help but feel helpless.
i want to fix everything,
hug everyone,
tell them it will be okay,
but i can't.
instead,
my temper is short.
i get upset over vegetables
and cry when i watch videos of stranger's babies
and grey's anatomy.
i know marrying you won't fix everything.
it won't stop my parents from moving,
it won't heal my sister,
it won't get me a job,
and it won't make me less dramatic,
but it will help.
it will help because i will have you.
you can dull the heart hurt.
you can calm my worries.
you can give me strength.
three weeks.
three weeks and i get to be with you every day.
not just weekends or holidays.
|monday|tuesday|wednesday|thursday|friday|saturday|sunday|
>>repeat>>
three weeks and i'll be yours
and you'll be mine
and it will stay that way
even after we die.
the reality of forever is beautiful.
