I Get to Marry Her

Jay Chambers

Her pink dress billows in the wind as she gets into my car. I am amazed that a woman like her would ever speak to someone who grew a beard so he’d look like a man and wears button-down denim shirts to conceal his hidden insecurities. She grasps my hand, clasping our fingers together like a locket. I smile in sheer ecstasy, knowing what her diamond ring means.