I am not sleeping because I have no need for dreaming.
In one month I'll be (one times two is one) and that's a good thing.
I have grown to appreciate the absurdities: one hundred and ten tiny flowers sprouting from bubble wands; the purposeful folding of a table napkin (is it white or eggshell?); should the hem be one or two inches shorter?; grand entrance and get-away; nail polish color; the height of a centerpiece ...
I don't even remember how write because all I do is build this fast-approaching wedding, piece by glue-gunned piece.
In the fall I might remember I am a writer. I might pick up a notebook and recognize the blankness of the space between the lines. Right now I'm a fiance. And in a month I'll be a wife.
Don't say those words out loud. I might wake up :)
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I wish I had been able to spend more time with you during those busy springtime months in 2010 :) It was a crazy scholastic time for us both, I imagine, and I think we saw you twice between engagement and wedding. Maybe more, but they didn't count because my head was full of studying? Glad that our friendship is deeper and our bus commute shorter now
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