At forty five,
you proposed me. Nothing fancy, really. Just same old dinner with the girls when you finally pulled out a ring and said,
"Avery, I know I'm stupid to ask you this after such a long time fooling myself around. And I know this makes me even stupid that I ask you this in front of the girls. But will you forgive my stupidness and marry me?"
And I said yes.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
