it's about exactly three years ago to the minute that you got yourself kicked out of that midnight volleyball game and flopped down next to me, feet kicked up behind you. funny to think that three years ago, i was trying to get over a breakup but didn't quite yet realize that i was already exactly where i needed to be. funny to think that the two kids drunkenly laughing in the grass three years ago had no idea what life had in store for them, and could only think about the night and the moment and the smell of the grass and the sand that turned up between our sheets the next morning. march 2009 was one of the happiest times of my life - the heralding both of spring and of a new life for me - a new life that, i'd come to realize, was always meant to be shared with you. here's to those two kids smiling at the ground, breathing in the south bend night air and the start of a time full of wonder, of beginnings, of the finding of something you've been searching for your whole life.
you always told me you wished you could get a postcard from your future saying, "everything turns out ok, everything turns out ok." but i think if we really had that postcard and that power, we'd hold back on sending it, because the thrill of figuring it out for ourselves was just too wonderful to be true. and yet, it was true: every sun-drenched moment, every moon-kissed minute, every, every, every.
No comments:
Post a Comment