Holy shit. This is it. I'm getting married. Don't ask me how the fuck this happened. Thing is, we've already told the family, som friends, rented the place, got invitations almost done...I guess life really is full of surprises. I mean, this is me, so independent and full of plans. Me going abroad with my girl, all single and shit. Well, I never expected to meet such an incredibly generous and kind person, and lesser did I think I would get married. Plans are plans, and for many reasons, practical and emotional, I'm signing the papers on November 7th, the very day we complete one year together.What can I say, when things are supposed to happen, they sure do. Do I have any doubt or fear? Actually, I don't. I'm convinced that this is how life works; if something is supposed to happen, there's is not much one can do to avoid it. I was meant to live this, this way. I guess I'm the kind of person who's fond of intensity and challenge.
Well, my girl is happy, I'm happy, my man is happy; that's pretty much what it takes for a marriage to work.
So, even if this seems drastic and thoughtless, I know good things are to come, and that in the near future there'll be plenty of joy for me and my family.
Shit. I'm getting married. I really Am!!!!
