I wasn't ready - I'm not, ready.
These years, they flew by for you but I am here, and I am indecisive, and I am sad in that deep, lurking, silly way that we said goodbye to in our mid-20s, but mine hung on, because I stayed the same.
I stayed and I stayed and I stayed..
But there you go. Delighted, happy, pregnant with promise and literal pregnancy.
I married nostalgia, a notion as frivolous as this statement.
Get out. Get. Forward.