Ribbons.

There's a ribbon of black silk at my wrist, still where she tied it the other night. I hope you don't want this back, I told her, because I'm keeping it.

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I'm sorry my last post was a little cryptic. I just wanted to mark the day. (I wonder if the single character I posted even showed up correctly on some people's browsers, judging by worried reactions I got; it was meant to be a little heart.) I would have said more, but there were a few people I wanted to tell in person, first.

I'm in love. I know she's mine, now. This is going to be wonderful.

(If you don't know who I'm talking about, you haven't really been paying attention to what I've been writing here.)