P.S. June 13, 2009

Well….

As if to calm my fears from last night, while on the phone with the loving boyfriend last night, we started talking about him proposing to me. And it was pretty much said the he was probably going to propose sometime before the summer is out.

…

=D

I ❤ him.

Very bad picture of me. But oh well. I need to get some new ones on my computer. =] We’re silly like this all the time.

So what’s been on my mind for a while now…

My father has never been a big fan of my boyfriend. My dad has also never been a big fan of me going anywhere but UNC for college. So, earlier today we had a conversation that goes something like this:

“Blah blah blah. College mail. Blah blah.”
“We need to start looking into that soon. It’s gonna take  good bit of money to get into UNC or Wilmington.”
“Well, it’s more like ECU right now.”
“Why?”
“Theather program and English department.”
“Yeah, but UNC is more prestigious.”
“ECU is pretty ballin’ when it comes to any of their arts programs, dad.”
“Who says?”
“Every band kid I know wants to go to ECU for music. And it has a good visual arts and theater too.”
“UNC has the Players Repertoire Theater. Thats a lot better than anything ECU has.”
“Yeah well…”
“You only want to go there because of Chris…” *pause* “Don’t plan your life based on a high school relationship. Things change. Believe me, I know.”

So, after that lovely recounting of a meaningless conversation, I present this question:

What are the chances that we will not make it?

We were apart for ten months, and now that we are back together, we swear that we will never be without the other. Both he and I admitted that our lives simply did not flow the way they should have when we weren’t together. When I’m with him, I can literally picture the rest of my life, I can picture our kids, I can picture us being silly together until we are 80.

But what will the real world make of us. Could the real world break us when deaths, drugs, pregnant friends, parents,  people against us and general high school fucked-upness has yet to?

In short, I’m 16 and totally in love and committed to him – but should I expect the worst anyway?