She joked about rings, and weddings, and babies, but I didn’t know if she was serious – or if it was something I was capable of giving her. I didn’t want marriage or babies, but the thought of her having those things with someone who wasn’t me made me want to die. The thought of her, years into the future, with another man’s ring on her finger, or worse, another man’s child in her stomach, made me want to burst into flames. Deep down inside, I knew that it all came down to what I could and couldn’t live with. So, could I live with marriage and babies if that was what her future consisted of?
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