60 months

It's 930 in the morning, we're in the gym grinding it out and I walk to his side while taking a rest before my next set. I'm laughing and goofing around, I  can't remember what about, but he just looks at me with a gentle longing like he does most times while I'm unaware. He proceeds on to take his weights up and before proceeding on to his set, he quickly utters "You look like my future wife". I don't catch it. I think I heard it wrong. Future wife. He has never spoken out rightly about anything with regards to our future. Perhaps a brief discussion, but never in a crystal clear manner.

I lift his chin and I ask, what did you say baby? He repeated, clearly, "You look like my future wife." My heart races like never before. I'm almost quite faint just thinking about the seriousness in his words. But I smile. I smile widely. Being his wife sounds lovely. Perhaps the loveliest thing ever.

So I replay the words he spoke and recall the look on his face, over and over again.