It wasn't a fight, but it was a gigantic clearing of the air tonight between Tamsen and myself. She told me all the things she'd been worrying about and why she was so scared to get married. She worries that she's going to have to give up her vision of the future, worried that she doesn't feel like herself, and told me that she thinks that I'll end up regretting marrying her. (That last one hurt a lot.) I was really scared she was going to call the whole thing off for a significant part of the night, and was coming up with contingency plans for if she did. (We haven't sent out any invitations yet, which takes care of a lot of it. I couldn't get money back for the Seattle trip, but that's life. And then I'd just go home and pick up the pieces from there.) It was a pretty scary thing. When she said she was going to bed, I gave her a sort of forlorn look, since I wasn't feeling all that great, and we both headed our separate ways.
And then, just as I was backing out of the driveway, she came out, gave me a kiss, and told me that she loved her. How did she know that I was kicking myself at that very moment for not having told her the same thing before leaving?
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You've got a typo there in the second paragraph. Also, I love you.
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