she decides it’s better not to ask. not to dress it at all. not to say anything and for a little while, she sticks to that. with every- thing else that’s happening, it seems like a silly thing to even think of or worry herself with. but she finds herself thinking of it one night while they get ready for bed, and after tugging one of his t-shirts over her head, she decides – fuck it.
“did you mean it?”
she’s always known what she and shilah meant to one another, never needed any sort of title to go along with it. and she doesn’t now, because if she’s honest with herself, she’s caught herself thinking of him as more of her husband and less of her boyfriend and maybe they’ve never had a ceremony or made it official but – well, maybe they don’t have to.
(it can be, like so many other things, just for them.)