298 days.
We only have 298 days till we get married.
This will be my last winter at home. There are only 3 months left of it, and although I've always hated winter, I've found this to be very melancholic. I've also found this exciting.
I will never have to spend another winter away from you. This time next year, we will have been married 3 months. This time next year, I will get to find peace knowing I will never have to live under this roof ever again.
There are only 3 months left of winter. Then there will be 4 months of spring, then another 4 for summer. There will only be 3 months after that for fall, and although there is 4 months of it, I will only be away from you for 3.
This time next year we will get to have dinner just the 2 of us, at a table we own, in our own house.
We will get to sleep in the same bed and eat together in the morning. We will get to take walks on summer nights, and play music as loud as we want, without getting scolded for the genre.
This will be my last winter alone.
Because we will be married,
In 298 days.
1/09/24
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