What If I’m Not Late?

Sometimes I do the math. I don’t even mean to. It just happens. If I meet him soon, we could date for a while. Then maybe get engaged. Then married. And then I start counting the years I want with him before anything else comes next. Because if I ever have children, I don’t want to meet my husband and immediately rush into the next chapter. I want him first. I want us first. I want to know what…