Now playing: The Theme from Gone With The Wind

"I've met someone," is what he said on the phone that day, and whether it was the tone of his voice, or the shock of hearing those three simple words articulated in that order, I'm not sure, but nothing after that registered in my mind.

"A knight proves his worthiness through his deeds," Jack used to say, and because I believed he believed it, I chose to believe his deeds over his words, which could sometimes be cruel and which were often contradictory. I learned to be selective in which words I'd remember, which I'd dismiss, and which I'd believe.

I choose to believe the words he said to me that day in Stratford.

I will never love another.

I choose to believe the words he said while we were driving back from Santa Barbara last Christmas.

With everyone else, I can make them see the Jack I want them to see, but I can't do that with you because you know me too well. I know you see through all the bullshit and you know that deep down I love you and I want to be with you.

I choose to believe the words he said to his father.

I couldn't possibly love her more.

He's always been my knight, and though I've doubted him in the past, and caused him pain, I've never doubted that he would slay a dragon for me. Never once. Not ever.

So you see, don't you, Gentle Reader, why I can find no nexus in my mental schema on which to place the information that there might be someone he would rather be with than me? Someone whose father's accent he'll imitate? Someone he'd rather hang out at the Black Horse and drink pints with? Someone he'd rather watch fireworks and ride the rollercoasters with? Someone else he'll tell about the Very Bad Things? Someone else he'll read stories and sing songs to? Someone else he'll tease about ending sentences with a preposition?

I can't think about this now. I'll go crazy if I do. I'll think about it tomorrow.

Maybe it's her Gone With The Wind -themed week that draws Sass, in the next story, to the scene of a fire.