I know I got shit to handle. Issues to deal with. Problems at work that need solving. Like finding the motherfucker who keeps attacking us.
But not today.
Today, I surprise Giselle with this trip to the New York Renaissance Faire.
It’s a weekday, so it’s not as crowded as I imagine the weekends are. But after the past few weeks of really getting to know her, I think I have an idea of what kind of things Giselle is into.
This is her first time here, and I feel stupid proud to be the one to take her. I don’t know why. But it’s something I’m learning to accept.
The emotions this woman conjures from the depths of my dark soul are things I never felt with anyone else.
Like obsession, devotion, happiness.
Fuck.
I can’t stop thinking about her. I want to be with her all the time. Want to see her smile. I swear, sometimes her smile makes my heart stop.