Seventeen year ago, I never imagined how great my life was going to end up. I was uncertain, jumping without looking, and--according to social standards--a dumbass.
But I didn't care because I was in love. Oiy.
See. I guess I was. But now, I really love this guy. I mean, in love is so....feely and sometimes a bit vague. It's important, don't get me wrong. I love the feels.
Looking back on all these years, though. I can't believe all the crazy shtuff we've been through. Ups and downs are a given, but getting through them and smiling at seventeen years makes me proud.
I married a patient, funny, loving man. He'll always be the hero in my book.