I'm my old carefree self again today. The worry of Wednesday and Thursday have gone.
For months I've wondered if I really love him or if I've been in love with love. And now I know it must have been love - for I find that I'm not willing to marry him without a penny and live on love. I'm not willing to do it without an engagement ring. I'm not willing to be married at City Hall and go to one or two furnished rooms without a honeymoon. If all those things mean more to me than having him - I don't love.