I have a question...

Can people truly change? Is it only one's actions will inevitably change, or is it their inner desires and beliefs as well?

I just can't tell...

And one more...

Is it ever appropriate to ask someone to change? Shouldn't we all just allow everyone to be exactly who they are?

Just moments ago, you were stolen from me, torn from my life through the fates of the universe.

When I met you, just four years ago, I thought we'd have more time. I was a foolish young girl. I thought we'd have forever. All we had were four short years.

I knew this day was coming. I could sense this moment looming in the background of our relationship. I knew our time together was coming to an end. Still, it hurts.

I know there will be others after you, but there will never be one like you. You were my first.

As the truth sinks in, and as I lay your shattered pieces to rest, I try to remember the good times. And there were so many good times.

No other hair straightener will ever compare...

I found it thisclose to impossible to walk down the aisle on my wedding day, even though I was 125,000% sure that marrying Paul was absolutely what I wanted to do.

There I was, twenty minutes before the ceremony, hyperventilating and experiencing numbness in my extremeties whilst trying not to fall over in my pouffy gold dress.

I found it difficult to change my name, even though my now maiden name has been the bane of my existance since childhood, as it is impossible to say and even more impossible to spell.

Changing my name was like changing who I was. It was difficult, when I thought it would be so easy.

Yet calling him my husband rolls off the tongue, as if it has been there all my life, just waiting to come out.

Funny how the mind works sometimes.

But I did make it down that aisle, and every day for the rest of my life I will thank the powers that be that I uncharacteristically chose a pouffy dress, as the violent shaking of my legs was undetectable beneath the six thousand layers of tulle and taffeta.