and like a torch.
All the time.
I look for answers all the time.
Part of me wants to just exist without answers though. Like a test that I have studied for for one million years, and I still don’t know the answers. That is how I feel about life sometimes. Going into marriage, I don’t know all the answers. I am ok with this though.
I don’t want to know everything. I still want to learn about him. I want to learn what love is. Maybe it is hard, but that is alright. This is going to be good. 29 days and I am a married women. Forever. Till I die, and we will still be friends after death.
So, the calm.
It is here underneath my eyelids and done up hair.