Four Years

Current mood: sad

To my would-be future,

Well, it would have been four years.
Four years is a good long time.
Four has always been a lucky number for me.
I worked hard.
I laughed alot.
I cried some.
Made wonderful memories.
You did too.
Sometimes things were rough, but it all seemed somehow worthwhile, worth the time.
Mostly it was sweet, but sometimes it was sour.
I wonder if we only spoke the same language if things would be different.
Maybe we needed language classes, or a translator.
Keep your spirits up, I'll keep mine up too.

Always with love,
me