What you kept saying and what I was told never related, so I don't know, maybe tomorrow or Wednesday, but I'll find excuses to wait, wait, wait. The only date that's certain, the wedding of our friends, I think it's for the better, I keep my cool till then. One out of many not how it feels, but how I'll think of you at the end of the year. I don't know what's happening to me. Is it a symptom of disease? Wish I could tell you about the distance between how my life is unfolding and how I thought it would be. Wish you were someone with whom I could share what I find in the people and places in this new world of mine