Reading over old Facebook messages and my heart twinges. Why does he have to be so great?
I think I've sort of been dreading this. It's all becoming real. If only I could pretend a bit longer, just to hold off the anxious feelings, the missing him. I don't know if I can handle a whole week of all that.
It's my sister's wedding, I tell you. It's forcing me to realize how close it all really is. By this time next week she'll be married. By this time next week I'll be tossing and turning in my bed willing sleep to come and probably failing miserably.
I just needed to find bliss in ignorance a little longer, but it's too late for that now. I know, an I can't unknow it.
And right now there's nothing to do about it. All I can do is sit here and pray that this week flies. Or at least pray that I make it through it.
I freaking like him. You know?
And now I'm all anxious about it.
I have no idea what I'm in for.