I love this story. The courage it must take to tell something so dark, hidden and personal in its complete detail, with complete honesty. It stirs up memories not so distant, and makes me wonder if I'm still the same girl who was addicted to cream cheese and couldn't stop eating it by the spoonful.
Loving this red dress. It is my "cheese bun".
Life is not poetic these days. It's very gritty, full of grown up issues. S softens this reality, filling each day with laughter, silliness and his kind, goofy smile. Will marriage always be so good? I often wonder. After three years together and almost one year of marriage, S officially moved in with me. The combining of things and having two of everything. He will officially try and sell his condo. This is because we have (almost) officially bought a house! I'm officially excited + overwhelmed, S is officially stressed + overwhelmed. I'm more vocal about it. He is the strong and silent type.
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