#sappy?

"Damus—" Reign scolded softly.

Friendship is all Jim Kirk can expect from his First Officer, for a plethora of reasons. However much that might hurt, he’ll take whatever he can get, so long as Spock is in his life. But just at the moment that it seems even friendship might be too much to ask for, the two of them are gifted with a temporary responsibility that neither ever expected. A responsibility far more personal than ship and crew, and one that forces them together just as it seems like they are falling apart. Still, the clock is ticking, and as time goes by, the thought of letting go becomes an impending reality that feels impossible to bear.

In the end, they are only theirs to borrow.

‘Do you think anyone’s guessed?’

Jim felt Spock’s lips curve into a smile as they brushed over his temple, his head shaking slowly.

‘Not as far as I am aware. And given the rate at which personal information tends to be, ah, conveyed around the Enterprise, I think it is safe to say that we remain undiscovered.’

This is our wedding day. My husband proposed to me quoting Love Story. That may appear clichè to the naked eye, but it was so original and unique and flawless.

He’s never given me a hard time for loving Taylor. But understood her impact in my life. He even was all on board for taking photos in harmony with Taylor’s lyrics (just two I’ve attached for example: a stupid ‘ole pick up truck and out of the woods). He even took me to see her in D.C. (a 3 hour drive from Richmond) even when we both had to work late that night and early the next day.

Adult life is busy. I wish I could have “fan accounts” like all these amazing swifites do, but I can’t. And little things like seeing her from afar at a concert energizes me and listening to her music makes everything suddenly okay.