That life moves this fast.
But it does.
Steady and constant.
Like a chugging locomotive. One that I can't stop. Because before I knew it, we were flying halfway across the world to a land unknown. To a beautiful land filled with beautiful people and pricey restaurants and breathtaking backdrops. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee, dangerously too close to the blackened lake and my mind dangerously spinning and before I knew it my head was shaking yes. Yes!
And here I am, on the train and wondering how the hell did we get this far? Two years ago I was uncomfortable in a big city, contemplating whether or not to take my walls down. (And wondering how they were built in the first place.) And maybe I think too much. And maybe I overanalyze. But I know one thing for sure. My gut tells me to shut up and be happy! So I am.
I say "I love you" every day.
And I don't worry as much when he is near.
Cuz he helps me with the over-thinking and over-analzying, too.
Love can be complicated and effed up and scary and amazingly beautiful. And if you are scared like I
And this love will feel good. Steady and constant. Just like this train.
Cuz we'll never stop.
This.
Train.
Sometimes it'll feel fast and all you can do is hold on tight. Squeeze your eyes shut only to open them and realize you're in a whole new place. Sometimes it'll feel slow, like the engine can't seem to pick up speed. Either way, I promise you, it will move and you will move with it and maybe you'll be different or you'll remain unchanged just like the rails of the track.
Wherever you are going, I hope you enjoy the ride. And no matter where you are, we're all right there with you.
Don't for a minute change the place you're in. Cuz in the end, you can't stop this train.
