A Lovely Way to Die

There are so many things floating through my head at this very moment. I feel as though this can't be happening, this can't be true. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world right now, and nothing can stop me from following my heart wherever it takes me.

Love. A word tossed around so many times on so many occasions. The most over-used word in the English language. But what a wonderful word. And an even better experience. I love love. And when you experience it, nothing else seems to matter.

NYC is in 36 days (okay, MAYBE I'm counting down!). Scared shitless. But I'm so in love. With just being there, with my much-needed freedom and independence, with the laughter that will carry me through everyday, and maybe--just maybe--I'm in love with someone.

I feel lost-at-sea. And everywhere I look, there is water..or, love. It surrounds me, and to escape it, I have to dive in and try to swim away, but even then, my efforts are useless..because soon enough, the waves of love will crash over my head forever, and it will be last of me...

but what a lovely way to die, don't you agree?