Is it possible to form a memory before it’s happened? LET’S TRY. Four months from today, I will be panicking in the living room of some mountain cabin, surrounded by my bestest of friends and plates of untouched cold cuts,  taking in the horse themed decorations, focusing on them in hopes of focusing myself. I will step into a cloud dress,  float down the mountain on a soft sea of rosé towards vows / mini quiches / my love / the rest of my life. AHHHHH / IT’S REAL IT’S REAL