confessions full of jack 24If the death of a tiny Betta makes me feel like I have been abandoned, and the loneliness stops echoing within my chest only to boom around the empty rooms, it can only mean I have forgotten how to truly connect with the people I claim to love. Which brings us to the actual point: Maybe I just don't know how to love.confessions full of jack 24 by yesilm
confessions full of jack 23I am getting married...confessions full of jack 23 by yesilm
A strange arrangement of words, don't you think? My tongue thinks so.
I wanted to postpone/avoid the proposal for a little while longer. I was worried I wouldn't know how to respond. I was afraid a refusal might damage us beyond repair. I wanted to wait, I wanted to be sure. Not of him, no, he has been very clear that he wants me for an eternity and more, he has been very clear that he couldn't possibly get enough of me in one life time. I needed to be sure of myself, I needed to be sure life isn't something I merely tolerate, I wanted to be sure the idea of a long life is not something that I abhor, before getting someone else entangled in my personal wait for the end.
He asked me the question in that silent excited way of his. Right before sleep he put a ring on my finger under the covers and spoke with wide blue eyes. I said yes; matter of factly, simply, as if saying yes to a cup of coffee. There wasn't a no near by. There wasn't a single doubt. No doubt I w