"What?" She shook her head, not sure what exactly was happening.
He smiled and let out a nervous little laugh. "I asked if you'd marry me. Will you?"
"I..." She didn't even know what to say, although she wanted to say yes. "This is just... well, it's so sudden!"
"If you don't want to, it's okay," he said, a look of disdain spreading across his face. "I just thought it was the right time, and-"
"But yes! Of course I will! I couldn't imagine not saying yes to you. I was just... surprised, is all," she told him, flustered and excited.
He rose and kissed her, both of them happy to be alive. And as he slipped that ring on her finger, she tried to remember the events that had led them there.
She vaguely remembered the day they met.
"What are you listening to?" she asked, standing next to him on an escalator.
He slipped a headphone off his ear. "What was that?"
"What are you listening to? I feel like I recognise it."
"Oh." He smiled. "The Cure. Are you into them?"
"Definitely. 'Show me-show me-show me how you do that trick.' I love them. Kind of old school, huh? People our age aren't really into the good stuff anymore."
"I can't even listen to the top forty radio nowadays. Makes me sick."
"Same. Watch out," she warned, stepping off the moving stair.
"Do you want to grab some coffee?" He laughed and added, "I mean, I'd really like to know more about your musical tastes."
She giggled along with him. "I'd like that."
"And then she stood up on the dining room table and started doing a striptease."
She choked. "Your MOM!?"
"Yeah! More than anyone ever needed to see at Christmas. My dad was enjoying himself, though. Kept sticking singles in her bra and telling her to 'come down, baby, and go to bed'. Both the most disgusting and hilarious family moment ever."
"I can only imagine! Just how drunk was she?"
"Downed the entire bottle of Jack and then some. Grandpa was pissed. Going on and on about how 'that bitch never knew how to share in her life'."
She couldn't stop laughing. "Wow. Must be great, your family."
"They are." He looked off toward the horizon and smiled sadly. "I miss them like crazy."
"Have you ever missed someone so much that you cried?" she inquired, biting her lip.
"And you're not ashamed to admit it?"
"Why would I be?"
"You're a man."
"Men are allowed to cry. Whoever came up with the notion that a man wasn't allowed to shed a tear is a fucking shallow moron. I don't want to hear that sort of thing. I can cry whenever the hell I feel like crying, and wherever the hell I feel like doing it. I'm human. I feel things, just like anyone."
"I like that. I've never met a man who's so... in touch with himself. So real."
"Men like me are hard to come across," he stated with a joking grin.
"You fascinate me."
He smiled again, with a look of compassion in his eyes. "Good to know."
Created: Jul 28, 2010Document Media