I can’t wait to get married.
Because I’m so in love. I can’t imagine a life without him.
A part of me always assumes nothing bad can happen after you get married; something I’ve carried since I was a kid.
But then I remember, that marriage doesn’t stop cheating; leaving.
It’s a piece of paper and a title, a last name change.
A promise, that most tend to break.
And I remember these things, and then I’m scared again.
I’m scared of always being scared.
Scared of never being certain.
Scared of never having complete, and utter reassurance that nothing bad will never happen.
Which I guess nobody really had.
But I need it.
Desperately.
