July 2011
15 posts
she has always worn white
Last night we laid in bed giggling for hours. I knew she needed the sleep before the big day, but as we laid there I think it sunk in for the both of us that this was the last of many sleepovers. We bounced memories off one another, brought back ridiculous inside jokes from high school, and rounded off the conversation with more giggling about the fast-approaching honeymoon. It felt like we...
This will be my greatest adventure yet, my biggest leap of faith. All my bridges burned—
Dreams of grad school—postponed indefinitely
Life in Atlanta—confidence seized
Hope that he would fight for me—door closed, and sealed
Grip on the familiar—loosened completely
—all I can do now is jump, and I readily accept the offer.
