Plans are always subject to change until they happen. My dad has been telling me that since we lived in Mexico. To some measure of extent, it is true, but that's beside the point. I'm not here to nitpick that.
What was the plan?
Engagement on March 24th.
Marriage on July 14th.
Honeymoon in Colorado.
3/4 planned kids named;
and when we were gonna start with those.
Careers chosen.
Every major step of our lives for the next five years and some beyond was set in stone.
Last week it got changed to this.
Maybe get together in the future?
Saturday it became
Move on without each other, Learn from our mistakes.
Yesterday. . .
She moved on. And she looks so happy doing it.
To me, thats what love is. You serve them to bring them happiness and joy, and doing so brings you happiness and joy. It was the most amazing feeling to see her smile and know it was because of me.
But now. . . she seems happier than she has in recent months. More consistently anyways. And it's killing me inside.
What did I miss in that time? Where did everything go completely wrong?
And why must I live out my half of our plans without her here by my side?
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