☁︎︎• 𝐿𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑏𝑢𝑟 𝑆𝑜𝑜𝑡 𝑥 𝑜𝑐 • ☁︎︎

2

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

I smiled graciously as I locked eyes with Jack. Giving a sweet smile, he grabbed my wrists and kissed me on the cheek. His grasp hurt, but I chose to say nothing. Jack loves intensely, and I knew that if I criticized it he would end up hurt. He eventually let go of my wrists and made his way to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee. I waited patiently for him to ask if which creamer I wanted like usual (which was butterscotch, i hate the crap vanilla bean creamer he insists on) but he never did. 

Instead, his mouth hung open before looking me up and down and said

"you know, I saw this girl on Instagram? she highlighted her hair and I think It'd look good on you" 

I could tell a confused look had grown on my face because when i opened my mouth he immediately blurted

"i know what you're thinking, you don't really like the whole highlight thing i know but it'd make me happy and i think it'd look good... we can split the pay on it and ill give u gas money to go get it done."

my mouth continued to hang open. is he trying to change my appearance? am i not enough look wise? how long has he thought this? does he know this "instagram girl"? is he cheating with her? is she his ex? is he trying to make me look like his ex?

my thoughts raced through my head as he placed a warm mug of coffee next to me and walked back to the kitchen. I finally blurted 

"that was kind of mean... you know i don't want to do that to my hair and you know that i don't like it when you try to change how i look based on other girls" 

Shit. I should not have phrased it like that

cocking an eyebrow, Jack shrugged and scoffed quietly, then covered it up with a weak cough. supposedly he thought that I couldn't hear him. i could

"I'm sorry if my words hurt your feelings. its just my opinion. maybe you shouldn't be so sensitive about it" he said as he walked out of the room

He was right. I guess I was pretty sensitive. I should work on that. Its whatever. I shrugged my shoulders, disregarding the whole interaction and picked up the now lukewarm mug of coffee taking a sip. It was vanilla bean.