guess what, internet?
byron ‘the boyfriend’ is no longer my boyfriend.
it’s his fault, really.
took me to salt spring island.
had a lovely dinner.
drank some delicious wine.
somewhere in the midst of all that,
he got down on one knee.
i got down on my knees with him.
he said a bunch of sweet-nothings.
then he gave me this antique locket.
with our portraits in it.
- painted by the lovely andrea armstrong, of course.
(isn’t he the sweetest?)
he will henceforth be known as ‘the fiance.’