You said we should get married. It was a suggestion, not a question.
I rolled over in the bed to face you. I listened patiently while you told me how good it would be for us...financially.
The Corps would pay you more if you had a family to support. We could live on base. My kids could get your health insurance.
But...where was my ring? My knight on bended knee? Your confession of undying love? Why were you trying to sell it to me like a used car?
I wanted to say yes, but you never asked me.
Originally, I was going to enter the 100 Words competition going on over at HerMelness but...nah...I don't need that kind of attention for this one.