Oh this scarlet letter

We were never truly happy

Do you know how to pronounce it? It is Or-y-gun not Or-uh-gun. Does that side of the country seem like a dream to you? If he had arrived after a letter of arrival you would not have had the charge as much as you have had. If you had not protested as much, I would not have known the extent to which you love him. I have made myself available for random babysitting rendezvous. The occasional frozen pizza and mix-up of heartache. Did you ever think we were practicing, or at least auditioning for some role that we wanted, but no longer believed we would fulfill? I could feel so many things, and fill so many things, including yours, if you would allow. But those places where my body has been exist in a world more adult than childhood dreamers, fairy tale fantasies. I wanted that too, foolishly. I will roll around on this chipped wood carpet, and wait, and wait, and wait. YOU ARE NO LONGER EVERYTHING. You may indeed be nothing at all. A blip on the screen that never landed. I can feel the movements. The dance numbers have begun. The world has shifted. I have been asked into matrimony, and I do believe my response may be yes I will yes, I say, yes, I say yes, yes!