Not just to the back of her head, but completely. If she was going to do this, she couldn’t afford to let herself harp on a potential negative outcome. It wouldn’t happen overnight, she’d have to work on it, but it was necessary. It would require faith on her part. The belief that everything would work out because they would make sure it did, together. That their love was enough, not because it could conquer everything, but because the strength of it would make them strong enough to handle all that came with being who they were. And she wanted it.
Love this. I know I’m gonna struggle with this whenever I decide to commit to a stupid man
