He drove up from Federal Way
South of Seattle.
Federal.
Way.
I did not ask him.
But he did it anyway.
His intent is to be"my future husband".
I should be ecstatic.
Future.
Husband.
I do not want it.
But he wants it anyway.
I would be his dream wife.
How lucky I would be!
Dream.
Wife.
If only I'd stop thinking.
I disagree with him.
But I don't matter anyway.