Note to self: When I get married, I sure as hell don’t want to look like this.
I don’t know much about the whole business of growing old with someone, since i’m barely of age. I do know one thing, though — even at the ripe old age of being a quarter of a century old, it can feel like you’re back in your teens yet again. (No, I’m not 25.)
I think it’s painfully true that, sometimes, you have to sever people from your life completely so the two of you can get along much better — in the context of living without each other. What do I know about life, though.
All I know for now is that it’s going to be a long weekend of everyone worrying over everyone else.
