this morning #867.

this morning, the world was our oyster & she was my pearl. my girl. my girl. my girl. i’m talking about my girl. my girl didn’t ever want to be the center of attention. it was fine for me to make mention of her talents to others as much as i wanted to as long as she wasn’t there. though she was amazing in so many ways, feigning modesty was never her strong suit. though she had good reason to be a braggart, she was afraid of acting tacky, so she let me feign on her behalf. i found myself doing so quite often, often in the context of imagining our future together. in my eyes, we were a hot power couple. if that was going to become reality, i needed to prove our worth to everyone else every chance i got.