9 - A.N.G.E.L. /Natasha Bedingfield

Prompt #023. Lovers.

When I made the holy vow of marriage under the sanctimony of the altar on that June day, I took that vow very seriously. I was to be a wife. A wife of a good man, though a flawed man. Yes, he was poor with money, but I did not feel we needed money; I felt we needed romance, and that he gave to me freely. He spoke like a poet whenever he opened his mouth, he treated me with the utmost delicacy, as if I were a queen, and in return, I pledged him my loyalty. And I hope I have never rescinded on that promise. I hope that I have been to him what he has been to me, that I allowed him to remain the thing I loved without hindering him or harping on his shortcomings, that I was an inspiration. Perhaps he was flawed, perhaps we lived poorly, and that I was selfish at times and wished for things better, but at the same time, I was always sensible of his devotion to myself and our progeny and society.

And when I saw the goodness in him when he saved a poor girl from misery and a weak man from mischief, I felt I had been repaid tenfold, as if by a prince.