A lazy stroll through the park, crisp autumn air, leaves fight then race. His fingers squeeze mine, let go. He’s on his knees.
The box, small and black and velvet, open in his hand. Gaze expectant. “Will you marry me?”
A thousand tiny strings grab onto my heart, yank, pain and elation at war.
What about the fight we had yesterday? The way he picks his teeth after popcorn? His mother hates me. Children haven’t been discussed. Would he always part his hair like that? He gulps when he drinks.
Eyes meet. Those strings pull, release. I gasp.
“Yes.”
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2016
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Great little story. It really captures those moments, where we way up all the cons, almost talking ourselves out of something, but the truth of love always wins out 🙂
Thanks! Agreed. I was thinking about how we sometimes make ‘big things’ out of the ‘little things’, when we really just need to focus on the real ‘big things’ and choose to be happy!! 🙂
Well said 🙂 Little things should remain little!
Although, I guess they should have a conversation about the children thing sooner rather than later! 😉
Haha! Very true, that point is worth some discussion, at least.
Very interesting. Love how she considers all the little negatives, but in the end, says “yes” anyway. Great way to show that “Love is a choice and an action”. Real love doesn’t really have anything to do with those warm, fuzzy feelings that won’t last long.
Yes!!