So I had this thought the other day. This thought about chucking it all and following a dream. But I don't think dreams exist in Ohio. That's why I'm staying here. He's going there. I'm staying here.
Fuck, if I'm not crazy about him. And he's made the hints, and I'm not an idiot, I heard them. But damnit if there is not a shiny sparkly bauble on my finger I'm not going there. And he's not the type to offer it. Plus it's way, way, way too soon. Now if it were Vegas. well that's another conversation entirely.
We have a couple more monthes to sort it out. 4 monthes from now I could be in *gulp* Ohio. No. No, I really couldn't.