And perhaps most important is the next thought. While I don’t live in a room that’s completely mine anymore, and probably won’t ever again, I do find comfort in the knowledge that somewhere there’s a pink, green, and white bedroom with a brick on the bookshelf, a diary in the underwear drawer, and an air of privacy that belongs strictly to me. It may not be my room as often as I’d like, but it will wait for me, just like I sit and wait for it.
Is there any girl love this wedding dress? I like it very much, and you?