Tomorrow Robb and I celebrate two months of engagement. Two down, seven to go.
This in-between state is actually much more difficult than I ever could have anticipated. We are truly committed to one another and know that the rest of our lives will be spent together, and yet we are required to continue our separate lives as usual. To say good night and part ways every evening. To keep different last names. To not notice each other's bodies too much. To pretend that we don't only ever want to be together.
My priorities have take a violent turn since meeting Robb, and since being engaged to him they have virtually ceased to exist beyond the message that throbs through my mind always: Be With Robb. Forget school, forget other friends, forget being a good daughter and sister. Just contrive to always be in Robb's presence. Sometimes I catch myself and wonder at this strange monolithic mentality, but mostly it is second nature now and as innate as the hunger pains that I feel when not allowed to eat every two hours.
Salade de lentilles et chou-rave Recette
4 years ago
2 comments:
Awww. Don't delete any of this. Seriously. But the wait is good, it'll let me grow my beard back out to suitable proportions for your wedding.
Also, i need to eat every couple of hours as well. But strangely i've forgotten to eat dinner two nights in a row now.
love,
luke
aw, poor engaged you. i can't imagine how hard this long time must be! and to be living right by eachother! we were across the country for 3 months of our 4 months. - somehow easier, in a way....
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