Honestly, everything seems like a blur. But the good kind.
I'm talking about my memories, my past, my life almost ten years ago when I met the love of my life.
Recently my mind has taken me to the past when I'm idle.
The other day I remembered when Iovan and I would be in his jeep and he'd turn up the volume when his favorite song would come out from whichever band he was crushing on and just wail. He would push me to sing with him and I would. That man would make me do things and I wouldn't think twice.
It's stuff like that that will make me smile and laugh when I'm at work just doing mindless stuff and people will ask me "what's so funny?" And I'll just be "oh, nothing, just remembering something."
I love all my memories with him. Good and bad. Because in the end, we are husband and wife. Because in the end, he's the last person I see at night and the first one when I wake up. Because in the end, he's the beginning of everything.
