It’s always such a tiny box, thrown in at the last minute. You hardly pay attention to it and never read its infinite wording. Because it never matters. Nothing bad ever comes of saying “I Agree.” It’s merely a pesky obstacle in between you and what you are seeking.
Tonight, though, she wished she had not checked that imaginary-yet-very-real tiny box on her relationship. She had said “I Agree” to be honest and loving and supportive. But she had forgotten to see if he had checked the little box in his mind. He had not. And now, for once, she wished she had read the fine print of that infinite wording. She wished she hadn’t been in such a hurry to sign away her heart. She wished–as she drank her wine alone on this Valentine’s Day–that she had paid more attention to that tiny box.
