it bothers me. it all bothers me.

September 8th, 2008 | Comments Off on

it’s my day off but david had to work in the morning, so i got up while he was in the shower and started the tea. later, he brought the mugs in and placed them on the square of moroccan tile on the floor, getting into bed next to me.

i can’t stop thinking about marrying you, he says.

he brings this subject up a lot but as usual, i’m feeling everything he’s feeling, but i look at him and don’t say anything.

from the moment i woke up, it’s all i can think about, he says.

i look deep into his eyes but i don’t say anything.

sorry, he says.

why are you apologizing, i ask.

i don’t want to freak you out.

what were you thinking about.

i don’t know. like where you would want to get married.

where would you want to get married?, i ask.

wherever would make you happiest, he says.

the conversation drops. later, after he’s left for work, i text him.

hawaii

September 8th, 2008 | Comments Off on