promise

I've been met with a lot of surprise but also sincerity in saying I'm engaged for the past few months. I suppose most are surprised because they don't have their sights set on that just yet. There's uncertainty, but I'd prefer that over wishful thinking or romanticizing being married to someone that can't reciprocate your feelings in slight.

Most are also surprised with the amount of time, but only a few can affirm a connection like ours. Everyone's different, but nothing bound to be is chained by time (or lack there-of).




I've never said this to you, but you have a lot of nerve taking a chance on waiting around for me  without the guarantee that I'd return your feelings; I'd say you're the fool, but look where we are now.

Though sometimes I'm a little dissuaded in believing you found something worth waiting for in me, but your resolve to love me never ceases to amaze me. Maybe one day I'll tell our story, probably the ones that will know it wholly will be our kids. Until then we'll just have to add more memories, reach more milestones.