"I dunno if I can do this." Ezra's jaw clenched. Why couldn't he define what the real problem might be? Was it the future? The past? Or did he just hate himself so much to think he could not go on..this way. It was a risk. Anyway, he looked at it. But wasn't LOVE a risk, anyway?
"You're..over thinking it." She told him. Sarah still squeezed close to him, but he unwound himself and took a good look at her.
"What am I over thinking, exactly?" He doubted she knew the answer. It was quiet then. "I'm not perfect."
"Well, neither am I." She reminded him as her arms came around his waist and she hugged him behind now. She wasn't letting go.
"OK?" He didn't even want to know about Cameron now. Yes, she'd spoken of her..a long time ago. He'd actually forgotten because he didn't see a reason to dwell about it. It was not the time to make Cameron an excuse now, either. Still, he didn't like the idea of them hanging in the atmosphere, so to speak. "I'm not moving into that place with you, until ..until we get married."
"All right. We will. When?" She wanted to know.
"I dunno. You deserve, something big. And..and I dunno if I can give..you..big." Ezra winced.
"I don't care about big." She shrugged.
There was the old church, that she'd only gone to for the Christmas programs. She never went to church with him. It never really donned on him until now that his Sundays were filled with this crowd she didn't know. She didn't know the pastor, nor his wife. No one in the choir. The old man who played the saxophone. Did she know how many horns he kept clean just for Sundays to play?
His eyes felt as if they were in a puddle. Just how many worlds were in his world? And could they all become one?