The worry over the near future is real. Very real. But being part of a "we" makes it somehow less scary. And adjustment periods or no, I know when he says that whatever happens, we'll be okay, it's true. We will. Sure, it'd be even better if he were like, 87 years old, a millionaire, and wheezing his last breaths from an oxygen tank. But I'll take what I can get.
Omission saves people from too much scrutiny, spares the people from being too aware of my own tendency to over-think, and it protects me from over-exposing a sometimes too-tender heart.
Always & Forever <3
Ann-Anise
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