Future promises
Every so often (well, it's been happening more and more frequently, truth to tell), I'll just be sitting around, doing mundane things, and suddenly I'll be... overcome. I'll see my name on something. Or write it. Or... sometimes I don't even know what the catalyst is. And suddenly I'm filled with this... upwelling of anticipatory jubilance. It tightens my chest and presses against my throat trying to burst out of me. It stretches my mouth and stings my eyes trying to find the right expression.
I am going to marry that man.
That's the thought, those are the words. A hundred hundred images, but those are the words. In just under half a year I am going to put a ring on his finger that tells the whole world that no one else ever gets to have him. He's mine. I already get to tell the world every day that he chose me; I already have a ring. But I get to put one on his finger, too. I get to claim him back.
In just under half a year we are going to change our names, and start a new family, a new legacy, a new... everything. Our last name. Our lives. Us. Ours. Together.
Sometimes it quite takes my breath away.
I am going to marry that man.
That's the thought, those are the words. A hundred hundred images, but those are the words. In just under half a year I am going to put a ring on his finger that tells the whole world that no one else ever gets to have him. He's mine. I already get to tell the world every day that he chose me; I already have a ring. But I get to put one on his finger, too. I get to claim him back.
In just under half a year we are going to change our names, and start a new family, a new legacy, a new... everything. Our last name. Our lives. Us. Ours. Together.
Sometimes it quite takes my breath away.