I’m still completely insatiable.
I’m still completely over the moon.
For two years, my life has been full of love, school, friendship, art, writing, reading, reflection.
For two years, I’ve been happy. Ian has made me happy. It’s not always easy. Some days, it’s really fucking hard. Some days, he shuts down, locks me out, demands more than I’m willing to give.
Some days, I get scared or hurt or angry. I run away. Close myself off. Push him away.
But we get through it. Bit by bit. Together.
And now…
Two more years of school. Then we talk about the rest. I never thought he’d want to marry again, but he gets this look in his eyes every time we pass a jewelry shop.
He teases me about how I’d never want a diamond, but a couture dress that shows off my perfect ass…
He gets this look… like he knows I’m picturing this big, beautiful future we’re going to have together. Like he wants to make it official, that he’s mine forever, and I’m his forever.
One day. Soon. After I finish school.
Two years to go.
Then…
An entire life.
I don’t know what I’m doing with it. I don’t even know what I’m doing with this book. Am I ready for the entire world to see into my soul?
To see into his?
Am I ready to show Ian all these scars he doesn’t notice?
Yes.
There, I know. I’m ready to drop one more wall. To let him a little bit closer.
I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll do. Only that I’ll be beside him the entire time.
And he’ll be beside me.
Mine.
Forever.