Taking it Slow
We always said that we would take things slow, but I guess when it comes to me and Jake, slow doesn't mean anything.
The first time we got together, we said we would take it slow, but our love was too strong to be slowed down, and a week after we started dating, we were already having sex.
Then Jake left, again. I was glad that we hadn't taken things slowly, because if taking it slowly meant I would have never been with Jake, then give me speed and give me Jake.
The time we were apart was the only time Jake and I took anything slowly. Those six months without him were the longest six months of my life. I finally couldn't take it any longer. I needed Jake in the same way that a writer needs a pen… I am not complete without him.
I went to Savannah to see him. We could have taken things slowly then, but we didn't. I love him, and he loved me, and that is all that mattered.
Two days later, I realized how much I needed him. I asked Jake to marry me, and to my great delight, he said yes.
We were married at eighteen, had another baby by twenty, and a successful music business by 23. Jake and I never really knew how to take it slow. It wasn't our style.
But I guess that is why I love him so much. Because when you love someone, you don't want to go slow. You don't want to take a moment to stop and breathe, because a moment going slow and being apart is too much to think about.
People ask me all the time if I regret how young I was when I married Jake. They ask if I wished I had taken everything a bit slower.
When I think about taking it slower, I look at my husband, sitting on our front porch playing me a song while Jenny plays with her younger sister, Sarah, in the front yard. I wouldn't give any of it up to take things slower with Jake.
Author's Note: Just a little drabble. It was in my head for the past few days so I finally decided to write it. It could have been better… Please R/R! Thanks!