Wedding bells
Tue, 6 May 2008, 7:04 pm by jadeiteA rash of weddings, he said, but I shook my head vigorously. Not a rash, I insisted, why do you make it sound like a disease? Like something that eats at the skin. It should be a joy of weddings, a revel of weddings. A thrill of weddings, maybe. He laughs at my indignation. Some people might say marriage is a disease, love, no matter what you think of it. He tweaks my nose.
But you don’t, do you, I ask, and only he knows me so well that he can hear the soft imploring note in my voice. He leans down and stares into my eyes, until I blush and smile and fidget just a little bit. It’d be a disease if I marry anyone else, he replies, and I can’t help but laugh until his mouth comes down onto mine and kisses my silly worries away.
(fiction[by]me)
is this really fiction? ;)
yes it is, this convo never took place except in my head. hehe.
Excellent vignette. You should compile these and make some ‘chicken soup for the soul’ collection of short stories.
aww so sweet ;P