today

bastian and i have been together for one year. we've been talking about fun memories. we've been engaged for almost four months. i wish we would have met at 12 and fallen desperately in love even though he'd only been learning english for a year and then he would've had to leave in some terribly dramatic way and we'd be reunited as i was walking past him, eating ice cream with a tall man he would later find out is my fiancé and then one day he'd absentmindedly walk in front of me and i'd fall off my bike and he'd apologize and i'd smile and then we'd recognize each other from when we were 12 and it'd be a little like love in the time of cholera only not at all.

however, i'm fine with the idea that i was tired of having no direction in my life and met bastian when he only wanted to know a little more about academic writing which btw has nothing to do with biomedical engineering.