Feature image is of a poem by Jacqueline Suskin.
I am impatient.
Every day for the last six months almost exactly, and often more than once, I've asked Shannon to marry me, or she's asked me. Sometimes it's been when we're driving and the stars are coming out and sometimes it's been over dinner and sometimes it's been in bed and sometimes it's been over text and a few times it was on a mountain and once it was when I was drunk in the parking lot of a Trader Joe's just outside of Disneyland, and every time she's said yes or I have, and every time but one it has not counted and it has also counted more than anything.
The time that counted most was just a few weeks ago. We went to the top of a mountain at sunset and she pulled a ring out of her bag and I pulled a ring out of my bra and she asked and I asked and then we cried and then we made out a lot. It was perfect, because every moment with her is perfect, and because even if something is going horribly wrong we're still toget...
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