She also smiles, though, a bit more, and enjoys his comfort for a moment before murmuring, "Why do you put up with me? I've got to drive you crazy. And I am far from the hottest X-Lady about. Or the sanest. Most people don't threaten to break bones to say I love you. And there was the whole age gap deal where I tried to regularly molest you. And yet, you're still here next to me. Even when we weren't us, we were us. And you were there."
Except, well. When he wasn't.
"I can trace it, you know. One decision leads from another, all the way back. And without you, there'd be no me. Not like this. Not at all. You're too wrapped up in too much of it. Stupid jerk."
Which, like as you wish, may sometimes mean, I love you, and sometimes rambling isn't really rambling. It's sharing thoughts as they come, because until you share them with someone--or at least a particular someone--they're just that, thoughts. They don't have any meaning to you until they're shared with that some one else, too.
"...Tell me something, first, da? If your mother were here, would she be happy? Or would she be upset we weren't married or something?"
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Date: 2011-10-14 01:04 am (UTC)She also smiles, though, a bit more, and enjoys his comfort for a moment before murmuring, "Why do you put up with me? I've got to drive you crazy. And I am far from the hottest X-Lady about. Or the sanest. Most people don't threaten to break bones to say I love you. And there was the whole age gap deal where I tried to regularly molest you. And yet, you're still here next to me. Even when we weren't us, we were us. And you were there."
Except, well. When he wasn't.
"I can trace it, you know. One decision leads from another, all the way back. And without you, there'd be no me. Not like this. Not at all. You're too wrapped up in too much of it. Stupid jerk."
Which, like as you wish, may sometimes mean, I love you, and sometimes rambling isn't really rambling. It's sharing thoughts as they come, because until you share them with someone--or at least a particular someone--they're just that, thoughts. They don't have any meaning to you until they're shared with that some one else, too.
"...Tell me something, first, da? If your mother were here, would she be happy? Or would she be upset we weren't married or something?"