A girl and a boy are walking together. The girl smiles and giggles, the boy walks with his arm around her waist, face stoic. They kiss each other at the front gate of the university and walk in opposite directions. The second their backs are to each other, the expressions on their faces change.
The boy had been trying to keep his cool. He was now grinning ear to ear. He was having a hard time resisting the urge to jump, to scream how lucky he was to have such a beautiful girl. From the moment he saw her, he was in love, and now, she was always by his side.
The girl had been trying to cover up how empty she felt. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that she had a change of heart. She didn’t love another- she just didn’t love him any more. She was doing her best to remember why she fell for him in the first place, but she couldn’t.
The second he shut his apartment door behind him, he couldn’t help but punch the air as a celebratory gesture towards himself. She was perfect. She let him hold her and watched all of the games with him. He didn’t know why she ever agreed to go out with him, but he didn’t really care. He loved her.
He sat on the couch and turned on the TV. He was still giddy. He called her, but she didn’t pick up.
He picked up a magazine off the floor. He started to tear of round pieces from the most colorful pages. He crumpled them up, then flattened them out. Using nothing but the colored paper and glue, he started to sculpt bright flowers.
He was going to ask her to marry him.
She got home and went directly to her room. The phone was ringing, but she ignored the call. Laying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling. Maybe the solution is right in front of her.
She realized she had never cried over him. She never felt like it. Maybe she had never been in love at all. Maybe she was just so pleased by the idea of someone loving her that she jumped into the relationship without thinking about herself.
She thought she was stronger than this. She thought she could handle the sacrifices she would have to make. She thought being loved was enough, but it wasn’t. She had to get out.
How could she get through this without hurting him? She still cared about him enough to do her best to make it easy on him, but she had grown bored in their relationship. There was no excitement. Nothing to look forward to. All of the boundaries had already been broken. She needed someone to keep her on her toes, to be spontaneous. A relationship between two reserved people had nothing to offer.
She continued to remind herself of all of the things that were wrong in their relationship. Hopefully, it would give her the strength to finally end it.
She called him back, saying she was in the shower when he called her. She invited him over for dinner.
She was determined to get it over with tonight. She had been thinking it over for so long. It was now or never.
She went into the kitchen and began to prepare his favorite meal, hoping that just maybe his senses could overpower his feelings.
He had made a bouquet of 12 paper flowers. He took the ring he bought out of its hiding place and into his pocket. He opened the box to examine it again, as if he believed it may have somehow escaped since the last time he saw it.
He took in a deep breath before opening the door and walking out onto the sidewalk.
He was ready.
She was not ready. She didn’t know how she was going to get it all out. She tried to prepare herself for all of the questions he would ask. She had a mental catalog of all of the things she would say and all of her responses to whatever he might throw out. None of it was true. Her real reasons were too harsh, but none of it was his fault. He deserved to be treated well even if it was all a lie.
The doorbell rang. She stood in front of the door for a second, closed her eyes, and inhaled slowly. She had to say it before he got a chance to say anything. Once she saw how much he loved her, she would crack.
She swung the door open. He smiled at her, got down on one knee, and opened the little turquoise box.
“Will you marry me?” he said. There was a tone of courageousness in his voice. Determination. Confidence. Tears welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t walk away. She couldn’t ignore the problem. She had to give an answer.
“Yes,” she whispered. She put out her hand. As much as she didn’t want to, she meant it.
Created: Aug 05, 2010Document Media