are some moments in your life that you know will be moments you remember
forever. And they're not
the cheesy high school graduation pictures, or the first time you see
the love of your life across a bonfire at a party on the beach in some
guy's house who you don't know. They're
not moments like your wedding day, or spending Sunday afternoons in bed
with your man. They're moments you don't even realize are moments to
remember until you're right in the middle of them.
Like staring up at a clear blue sky in the backyard, and then
seeing him walk up the driveway. Like
directing your chalk choo choo train through the swamp of No Money Men
on the sidewalk with your best friend.
Like looking at your bedroom right before you head out the door
on the way to his place to tell him.
Your rumpled bed with the rumpled sheets that still have his
scent on the pillows. It looks like a bed from a bygone era, from a relationship
that happened a long time ago.
that everything's about to change.
I know all of this.
Andů and I'mů happy.
is no end, I know that now. But knowing there is no end is not the end in itself.
Does that make sense?
Oh God, what am I trying to say?
I gleefully embrace the fact that there will be no happy
ending. The world
will keep going, I will keep going, it's not the end, there is
no end. Not yet.