So I told Fella what I felt about the NYC bride and groom and their unguarded love for each other and how I worried he was missing out and how I felt broken. He said that he didn't think I was broken. Being a knight in shining armor is too much pressure, he said. He likes knowing I can stand on my own two feet but choose to be with him. He said he didn't want that woman that thought he hung the moon, because he has a woman that challenges him and makes him laugh and that is amazing, so why would he want something different.
Yeah. I thought that was pretty awesome, too. Brokenness stopped in its tracks.
But the way I'm second guessing, reevaluating, questioning... is that bad? Does it mean this is not right?
So then today I read this on my new blog obsession: "For me, [engagement] was an ongoing regimen of gut-checks: Is this what I want? Is he who I want? And the answer was always yes. I was choosing him every day. And I knew he was choosing me."