I was writing.
She was painting.
The music flowed between us.
"We should get married
One day."
I said without looking up.
"I don't think
You could handle it."
I looked up to see her smirk.
"Why?"
"I'm loud.
Plus I want kids,
Which is even more noise.
I know you like quiet."
I rolled my eyes.
And pulled her close.
To me.
"Would you get married
To me?"
I asked her.
She bit her lip.
And I suddenly realized.
How that sounded.
"I would.
Someday, I know
I would."
That was all.
The answer.
I needed.
