This time last year.
Was not fucking around.
365 days, 13 moons, 4 seasons, 2 countries, 1 career, 1 old love, 1 new love, countless heartbreaks, final straws, and identities later we have arrived at the now.
I can't say that I recall buying a ticket to this roller-coaster ride, some 4.5 years ago.
Nor do I remember hopping on the sparkly seat of Saturn Returning.
But once things got started it seems the best I could do was buckle up, hang on, try not to lose my lunch, and wait for the welcome relief of the finish line.
...but the finish line keeps moving, which doesn't seem legal....