My grandmother is still insistent that Kaleb and I will end up married.
She is always dropping hints, or flat-out stating when he enters the conversation, that he was born to be my husband.
It doesn't hurt to here these things anymore. It makes me smile, I pretend to be grossed out, my heart warms a little, and I move on with my day.
Am I to that point of not being in love love with him? Have I merely excepted that if or if not, there is no point in worrying about when? Or is it simpler--is it that I have other things to think about, and I have returned to being passive about my love life, and sex in and of itself does not dominate my thoughts?
Maybe, just maybe, I think she's right, and I'm biding my time, patient that everything will work out perfectly in the end.
At the very least, I am patient, and I am confident, and I am most definitely HAPPY :)
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