He is it.
I can already hear the wedding bells and see his family and my family and him beaming at me and his white teeth glowing and his eyes sparkling and I can feel the soft luscious fabric of my wedding dress around my legs and my freshly curled hair bouncing down my back and I can smell the roses and feel the sun on my skin. I can see our children and how beautiful they will be and how dearly we will love them. I can see his face becoming older, his eyes framed by crow’s feet that are like little arrows pointing at his eyes and making them sparkle even more. I can see us being happy whether it’s in a house or a mansion or a two bedroom apartment. All I need is his love. I could go weeks without eating a bite or sleeping a wink if I had him at my side.
Four years is a long time. A lot can happen in four years. Four years is like turning the lights off in your room and staring into the blackness and knowing that anything could be there hiding. It’s a void. Four years is scary. Four years is mysterious. Four years could change everything. Four years could tear us apart.
I want to click fast-forward and skip it all. College, being away from home, being away from him. But I also want to enjoy it. I want to learn and grow. I want to make new friends and establish new traditions. I want us to be able to wait for each other.
I know things will change. All I can do is hope that when I get back, he will be ready for me, and we can continue our lives together just like we promised. It will be hard, but I believe that if it is true love, then it will stand the test of time. Love has no limits.