You & I, Rewritten

by Chip Pons

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.

This phrase is a cardinal sin but it's fine i'll forgive it this once

or else I’d be even more dicknotized

coining this

Klair bumps me with her hip, taking my place as the designated salami flower folder. “There is no such thing as too much cheese,” she says, her laser-like focus now turned toward fixing what I’d been working on. “That’s for sure going on your headstone.” “You know what’s going on yours? Mediocre at handling meat?” Jaw. Dropped. Getting roasted by Klair is easily one of my favorite pastimes, but this one just might take the cake.

“Oh sweetheart, please call me Liz,” my mom says, giving him an equally enthusiastic hug, having to stand on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. She winks at me from over his shoulder, mouthing OH MY GOD, clearly feeling the strength of his muscles and maybe lingering a little too long. Only my mother.

same Liz

“Who you are is worthy of a life you love, my handsome man,” I whisper against his ear. “Who you are is someone to be proud of…I know I am. Despite everything that you’ve shared with me tonight and everything you’ve overcome to get to where you are today, that man is someone I am in awe of.”

I have a basic understanding of the human body thanks to many Grey’s Anatomy marathons,

me

“This will mean nothing to you right now or even tomorrow or over the next few days and months, but I promise you this, my sweet and beautiful man, you are so much more than enough.”