I keep seeing myself married to Ian. And surprisingly, it doesn't scare me like I expect it should. It's a comforting thought. A hopeful thought. A more promising thought.
Since I've had him, I catch myself whispering, "I could marry him..." under my breath. Just the way he carries himself, the way he cares for me, the way he looks at me, treats me, loves me. He's something else. He's beautiful, I'm telling you.
Just saying.
Since I've had him, I catch myself whispering, "I could marry him..." under my breath. Just the way he carries himself, the way he cares for me, the way he looks at me, treats me, loves me. He's something else. He's beautiful, I'm telling you.
Just saying.
