The thing about waiting for something so good is that it is, quite easily, the quickest way to make a man go insane. Me and Mary haven't talked again after we finalized the plans. My Mother doesn't even know about them. It's not that I am trying explicitly to keep them from Her, but there is a tinge of excitement every time I think about the fact She wouldn't know. (I pray to God to forgive me for that deceit.)

My days are getting a little easier, though. It's at least made me feel less alone.