Discontent

Do you think I’m the one for you?

I asked, biting my lip.

I’m not sure, do you?

He placed his hands on his hips.

Without a doubt.

And, shouldn’t you be sure?

I wondered, but not aloud.

I did not want anyone else;

I thought, afraid for the now.

He shook his head as I pouted.

And so we let the discontent grow

Until a fortnight ago.

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