subject line: i used to want big things.


atlanta, georgia

I used to want big things. I wanted city lights, a Master’s degree, and designer shoes.
But now I just want a little brick house on the outskirts of town, a wrap around porch, and his key in the front door every night.
I used to want people to know my last name; now I just want his and mine to be the same.

And the funny thing is, I don’t know if you’d call that “settling” or “love.”