Till Summer Do Us Part

by Meghan Quinn

We’re going to have to share a bed.

yeah you areeeee

“Because that’s the kind of guy he is. He’s the most humble rich fuck you will ever meet.” Mika winks and takes off down the bar to help another customer.

“Something we tend to forget when married, that we’re tied together in all aspects. What one partner might do affects the other. Whether good or bad. One move tugs on the other and vice versa. That’s why when we’re making our way through life, we need to be aware that our every move is tied to our loved one. We need to be conscious of that.”

“You devil woman.”

Uhm what is going on

Mika said she needs a nice guy. Well, I’m going to make sure I’m that guy for her.

Yeah you are

I’m here for you. Do you understand that? For you, Scottie. No one else. I’m at this camp, in this cabin, for you. I’m here for no other reason. So you can try to act like this is all business, but I refuse to let you go through what’s clouding your mind by yourself.”

That maybe, in this situation, I’m not entirely alone. Maybe I need to start trusting people again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says. “Stunning actually. I get lost in your eyes when I shouldn’t because they’re so unique and I want to know more about the brown ring around your pupil and why it fades into this ocean blue that I can’t quite figure out. I’ve caught myself catching glimpses of your lips, wondering why they look so soft when I never see you put lip balm on. When you speak, there is hurt in your voice, like someone took a piece of your soul and hasn’t returned it, yet it makes you who you are—makes you that much more interesting. There have been times when I’ve wanted to touch your hair, push it behind your ear, just feel it because it’s so silky. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met before—complex yet simple. Insecure but also very confident. And I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t attracted to you. And I’m not saying this to hit on you. I’m not saying this to try to get you to tear your shirt off. I’m saying this because you deserve to hear it. You deserve the truth. You are beautiful, Scottie.”

Yessssss

How you make me feel special. The way you look at me with those eyes, like I matter. Like I’m of importance.

He makes me feel desired. Needed. Like I’m important.

“I love you, Pips, more than anything. And I needed you to know that…in the middle of this lake in the middle of Central Park.”

love you. I’m in love with you, and I’m so grateful I have you in my life.”

classy engagement ring that I gave her last weekend.

Fuckkk yes