Six Months

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Shirt-Bohme

Jeans-Aero

Sandals-Icing

Scarf-Icing

Sunglasses-F21

It doesn't actually feel like six months. It feels more like, three months. But a wonderful three months. Folks, being in love, it's like, for eighteen years you were on a boat, floating around, without knowing where to go. Seeing things, knowing things, doing things, but nowhere to stop, no anchor to hold you in one spot. And then one day, while you were sailing aimlessly you happened to bump into another lost soul. And suddenly, you have a port. Suddenly, you have a reason to stay in one place.

It's amazing.

Love, Sarai

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Five Months

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Dress-thrifted

cardigan-borrowed from roommate

Chair necklace-Icing

Belt-Papaya

Tights-thrifted

Boots-gifted (Target)



Dane and I have been dating for five months. I know. I'm shocked too. I don't have boyfriends, so I'm still amazed when I say that I have one. But it's a good kind of amazed. Also, do you like the awkward outfit photo with him off to the side. He was asking "why do you always look down"? Haha so confused about the world of blogging... poor kid ;)

Anyway, it's been a wonderful five months, and I already miss him, since he's leaving on his mission after this semester. I don't really want him to go...

But I also do. It'll just be sad. I'll have no one to play with, or talk to. This is just me being dramatic...

Love, Sarai

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