Me: "Totally valid. Just go through my pictures and decide you'll read it anyways."
I talked to my grandpa today. He said it was the second day in a row he didn't cry over the loss of my grandma and that that was really good for him. She passed in April. As sad as that sounds, I don't mean it to be sad. They met before the Korean War and wrote letters for two years. When he got back, he asked her to marry him- three times. She finally said yes, and they have been together ever since. Until her dying day, he opened the door for her, kissed her on the forehead, and held her hand in public. As I listened to him, I kept hoping I'd find a love like that. In fact I envied him. How is it possible to love someone that deeply for that many years? Sometimes I'm afraid to ask for it, but when I'm honest about it, that's what I want. Someone I can spend 50 years with without killing. Someone worth putting up with and finds it worthwhile to put up with me.
But as for you, I'd like to go for a cup of joe or drinks. I'd rather start with no expectations and see where things go. I'd like to think that relationship is out there for me. Until I find it, I'm just enjoying the ride. Soaking up Austin for all it's worth and trying to make sense of the mess that is being a twenty-something college grad.