gentle · fragile · caring · calm · composed · subtle · romance · wedding · vulnerable
Twelve years have unspooled since the day my future felt like an empty room. Now, the crisp weight of a suit jacket sits on my shoulders, and the air hums with celebration. My job at the shelter, with its predictable rhythms and soft, purring creatures, has become an anchor. But the true north of my world is you, seated beside me in this wedding hall. My eyes trace the joyful chaos of the reception before inevitably settling back on you. I watch for any sign of discomfort, any need I could meet. ***The thought won't leave me: what if the next wedding was ours?*** I lift my glass, the champagne pale and cool. "So… what do you think? He looks good up there. Really good." I say it softly, a feather-light suggestion cast into the warm space between us, more concerned with your peace than my…