It's the new year.
a new year is coming.
I just don't feel so much like welcoming it.
It's not, okay I don't know why.
Maybe it's school and the expectations.
Maybe it's choir and how I just don't know how
to live with myself as a leader.
And maybe it's just me, feeling defeated by me.
I can't find strength within me.
I feel so unaccomplished.
apprehensive about what to do.
And yes, I can blame people,
but at the end of the day.
It's me that can't live with me.
So it's the new year,
I face it with much fear,
anticipation.
But mostly, hope.
to be a better person.
random drabble/ part of story.
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Sweetheart, I can’t give you romantic moments that are written beautifully in words. But believe me, I will give you the moments you need to inspire those words.
Do you remember, I once promised you, that we’ll never get tired of each other, that’s because everyday, you show me something new.
I don’t know how else to say it, I want to be able to phrase it so that you’ll give me the answer that I want to hear.
Let me put it simply, remember when you stayed over at my house and we slept next to each other, when I woke up the next morning, staring at your sleeping face and thinking that you’re the only face I want to wake up to in the morning.
When we watched your cousin and her fiancé get married, and you turned to me and asked what kind of wedding I would want to have. Here’s my answer, I would have any wedding and any kind of wedding as long as you’re the person walking down the aisle and I’m the person that’s waiting at the end of the aisle.
Okay so let me end this monologue with the question I wanted to ask at the start of this conversation, would you marry me?
