How soon is too soon? And waiting for how long is long enough?

A voice in my head has been whispering to myself these questions, looking for an answer. Sometimes I am certain that I have the answer, but at other times I am not so sure. It feels like a pendulum oscillating in my heart, eagerly trying to settle on its lowest point. A point that I could find the answer.

I imagine that many years from now, the answer will be definite. I would love to learn all the techniques and tricks on fortune-telling, so I could take a peek into the future and learn the answer. Better yet, Doraemon would take me to his time machine through my desk drawer. We would travel into the future and discover the answer firsthand.

Perhaps I should not feel too concerned about these questions. The incurable optimist inside me would protest by saying that the questions are out of the question. What really matters is where I want to go. Remember the proverb: All roads lead to Rome. Sooner or later, I get there.

Therefore, we decide to live the rest of our lives together. Neither of us has a perfect sense of direction, but we should trust the proverb, and above all, ourselves. What's down the road is ought to be a lot of fun.

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