Well...here we go....we wanted this so bad that now we have it :D.
This is strange writing from your kitchen table. Wait. You'd say our kitchen table. I'm trying to delete dinosaurs from my head and accept the "our" from the hybrid of yours and dinosaurs. Comfortably strange, not bad strange.
I love you. It overwhelmed me today again. it happens a few times in a day and it's awesome to know that no matter how bad I miss you during the day, I'll get to see you at night and hold you in my arms.
yeah, our start together was not so smooth as we needed. And there is a lot of stuff we need to handle and manage and fix and solve, yet we are together and that is what matters the most.
I'm still positive about everything even though I bitch a lot. Too much, I know, and I am working on bitching less.
I'm gonna use this diary of ours because I did not give up on the idea of writing that book about our great story.
I'm still in some sort of denial it seems. Denial of the bad things, but I guess I will always have that thing. The trick is to use denial to overcome bad stuff but not end up bitching about everything so i can handle the stuff I don't like.
