Remember

I only had 2.5 hours of sleep the previous night. I should be wiped out by now. I should have mentally blacked out by now. I should have so little patience that every little thing annoys the hell out of me by now. 

But I’m still grateful. 

One love made me such a terrible skeptic. That it defies logic how love can blossom within days. That in actual fact the brain is secreting hormones to make us think that we’ve been struck by love. That when this phase is over, the usual troubles will begin. 

I admit that I’m still haunted, still afraid, still worried. What if it’s true that I’m just…unloveable? 

But deep down I’ve always been a romantic. And his promise still rings clear in my head. I want my ever after, even if it might not be happily all the way. Remember today, and this promise to myself. I will have my ever after.