The officiant, who came free with the rental of the senior center, began reading from his Bible about holy matrimony and vows. Things too pure for the life we lived, and surely for Jameson and me, who were imposters playing pretend. Still, I smiled and let each word soak into my soul, branding it with things I wanted to keep. No one had to ever know that these words weren’t really for me, or that I’d keep them forever as if they were. One day Jameson would walk away from me, but until then, he was mine to keep, and I wanted every single piece of him.
