I offered him the best bite of my grilled cheese.
He took the worst corner.

After finishing the dishes this morning, he pulled me in at the waist for a slow dance. Our heads bend in funny directions, toes overlapping, we swayed. It may have been brief, but those 4 seconds are more valuable to me than any other quartet of time today.

Last night he told me he wants to marry me.
Curled up against his chest, smiling shyly into his T-shirt, I whispered the same sentiment back.
“I want to marry you too, Eric.”

-K