I was having conflicting feelings having his hand interlaced with mine. It was awkward but comfortable. A weird combination that I never thought I would have come across with because on one hand, it felt natural.
On the other hand, technically I was cosying up to a total stranger. There I sat unguarded, allowing him to pamper me while I was in such a blubbering mess.
Truth be told, I find it enjoyable playing the role of his wife. Not only I have someone who supported me when I needed but based on my entries, he was my safe person and my best friend.
At the very moment I too, feel safe with his presence. Of course I would like to know how it came to that point one day. In the meantime, I chose to go with the flow.
"I saw our wedding invitation," I mumbled, unsure if talking about it would be the right thing to do. All I know, I wanted to let him know that I know what he was going through.
