Where I stand -

All of the things that I thought I once concretely wanted or didn't want out of life are starting to morph. They are misshapen and unrecognizable.
I am nineteen -
Today.
I don't want to be married -
Today.
I don't want to be called "Mom" -
Today.
But what about tomorrow?
Tomorrow -
I may want to live for someone else, be selfless and caring, and passionate about something other than myself.
Tomorrow -
I may want to wear a white dress.
Tomorrow -
I may not grimace at the fact that I have names picked out for my un-thought of children (Rosemary, Jane, and Eli).
Tomorrow -
may be 8 years from now, and it may be 15.
Tomorrow -
may never happen.

But I've come to realize that I want to be open to it happening.
This is my life, but how wonderful would it be to spend it loving someone else, and them loving me in return?