Jon, 25 years old, and Anna, 23 years old, have been married for five
And I was nineteen. Do you know what it was like to see you every day? And hold you every day? And love you? Every day. And to not be able to be with you. To really touch you. And feel you. And know you the way I wanted to. “He has known her.” I always thought that was such a stupid thing to say in those medieval sword fight movies. “He has known her, my lord.” What did that mean? I never got it. Until I saw you. And how beautiful you were. And what it was like to hold your hand. And hear your voice. And to kiss you and know...I wanted to know you. I wanted to know every single thing about you. Everything no one else knew. And that wasn’t something you were going to do until you were married. That you wanted only one person to know you like that. That was the price I had to pay. And I paid it gladly. I was nineteen and I paid it gladly. And every morning, you step out of the shower and I thank God I did. And I am going to stand by that, Anna. It was the best thing, the most important thing I’ve ever done. And I’m going to stand by it. And if you can’t...
(Anna walks softly up to Jon. She puts her hands on his jacket and runs them over his chest. Up to his neck. To his face. And back down again to her side. They stand face-to-face, nearly touching. Slowly, almost imperceptibly they melt together into a kiss, that quickly grows intense, passionate, deep, hungry. And long. After a long moment, Anna suddenly breaks the kiss and buries her face in Jon’s chest. She pulls him tightly to her. A beat.)
And if you can’t, you need to say it.
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