He proposes after I’ve moved into the studio in the basement of his parents’ brownstone and I couldn’t for the life of me tell you how either of those things happened. He fucked me raw in his apartment once, and then it’s four months later and he’s proposing. On a knee, like he’s being knighted, wearing the black romper with pineapples that always embarrasses me. There’s a decoder ring in his hand that must have been some kind of joke between us I scarcely remember. I feel empty when he does it but say yes to spare myself the look on his face.
