23

twenty-three days left. and who knew i'm gonna end my solo life at the age of twenty-three. i still remember the days where i questioned myself with stupid questions ;

"am i ready for this?"

"am i really gonna commit myself to this man?"

"can he take a good care of me like my family does?"

basically it's like questioning myself with questions i knew i can't answer because i haven't been in the situation yet. for me, this is what i've been dreaming of for years, to marry my own best friend, to marry someone i love, someone i need to keep me sane. and for me, the time has come. this what i want, and this is what i will get.

finally.