What?
What?
I mean WHAT?
She's going to talk about MARRIAGE with someone? WHOSE fucking marriage? Ours? Is she planning our marriage? Oh Salazar. No. I can't get married. Not yet. I'm not ready. I'm still a mess. I've got Adrian Pucey trying to off me. I'm not - maybe it's not even me. Maybe she's planning on marrying someone else. No, that's stupid. She loves me. She does. Oh Merlin. It must be our marriage. Hell.
SO FRUSTRATING!
I hate it when she does this. She knows how I am, and it's like she baits me on purpose. It's like she secretly likes to see me all worked up and pacing and gesturing wildly.
I mean WHAT?
She's going to talk about MARRIAGE with someone? WHOSE fucking marriage? Ours? Is she planning our marriage? Oh Salazar. No. I can't get married. Not yet. I'm not ready. I'm still a mess. I've got Adrian Pucey trying to off me. I'm not - maybe it's not even me. Maybe she's planning on marrying someone else. No, that's stupid. She loves me. She does. Oh Merlin. It must be our marriage. Hell.
SO FRUSTRATING!
I hate it when she does this. She knows how I am, and it's like she baits me on purpose. It's like she secretly likes to see me all worked up and pacing and gesturing wildly.