I looked at him through my tears.
“Then why did you keep postponing marriage?”
He was silent for a moment.
“Because I was afraid of making promises I couldn’t keep. My parents’ marriage was terrible. I grew up watching them fight, and I convinced myself that as long as I loved someone and took care of them, I didn’t need a piece of paper to prove it.”
He shook his head.
“I told myself I was being practical. But the truth is, I was afraid. And instead of talking to you about that fear, I kept giving you excuses.”
His honesty hurt in a different way from the excuses.
For years, I had wondered whether I wasn’t enough for him.
Now I was beginning to understand that some of his hesitation had come from his own fears. That didn’t make the waiting painless, but it meant I hadn’t imagined the love between us.
