Eleanor told me today that in 10 or 15 years she wants to marry me. That scares me for so many reasons. We met less than two months ago. Or did we? It feels longer than that. 10 or 15 years is a long time. So many things could happen between then and now. I barely made it through the last year. In fact it hasn't exactly been a walk in the park in a while. Anything could happen. Besides, Eleanor could realize there's someone way way better than me. Because I know there is. But she doesn't seem to think so. And even the idea of seeing her in a white dress walking down the aisle gives me a really stupid grin. And butterflies. So many butterflies. Gods, I'm such a loser.
