Sunday morning I leave for
college. Home is here in
Delaware.
School is there in
Brooklyn. I am glad to be moving out and getting away from
constrictive parents and all that stuff, but
she is here. And she will be a
high school senior.
So now what? We'll do our best to stay together. A year and ten months is a lot to just let go of. I want to marry her someday. We are in love. Life has been beautiful. But now things are going to be suddenly and overwhelmingly difficult. I am unsure as to how to proceed. I want to tell her that it will all be all right. Everything will be fine. Love overcomes all things. I just wish I was more sure myself. I know we can do it. I just hope we're strong enough.
I don't know why I am writing this. I am unsure as to what I hope to gain. Perhaps writing and hoping for the offchance that someone who has been through it will read it and sympathize. But every life and love is different. If it was meant to be, it will be. Que sera, sera, no? Si.
(sigh) Goodnight, everyone. I love you, lauren.