The Wrong Right One!

Michael Sinclair

August 24, 2015

I stop thinking about the dream and get up from the bed as Mike brings me my morning coffee. Michael, the love of my life. A tall, short haired lawyer, an alpha male and always has a serious look on his face. Anyone who sees him for the first time will definitely not like him very much. He might not be the most attractive stud but he is definitely the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. He's caring , romantic and most importantly, he's very respectful. We've been living together for a year now and he proposed me a few months back. I look at my engagement ring , a blue sapphire in the center surrounded by small diamonds, similar to Lady Diana's ring. 

The Proposal Day

I'm taking a final glance at my article on "Why marriage is not a fairy tale"  before I click send. I'm still the same enthusiastic perfectionist with occasional playfulness , that I was as a teenager. I'm looking straight into Mrs. Wheeler's  cabin to see her reaction when she reads the article, but I realize she is not going to open it anytime sooner as she's busy on her phone . I take my phone and smile, like I do every time I see the wallpaper. It's a picture of Mike and I from a couple of years back. He has this shy look as always , with his hands over my shoulders. I'm a little shorter to him, with straight hair, dark eyes and my signature big wide smile. I packed and left for the day.

Mike is cooking dinner tonight. Valentine's day celebration used to be big back when we started dating but now we prefer to stay home , get cozy and spend quality time with each other. I change into my pajamas and go check on him in the kitchen. The table has been so neatly arranged , fairy lights on , the food not only looks but also smells delicious. We share our everyday happenings with each other as we eat. 

We finished the dinner but we are still looking at each other sitting in the same place. He suddenly takes a box out of nowhere and places it on the table. I look at the box and then at him without blinking. He stands up, comes to this side of the table and kneels. I'm still not blinking and everything is in a slow motion, but I'm pretty sure that I'm about to smile. 

He goes, "Emma Carlyle, you came into my life ten years back and I've been nothing but happy ever since. You are kind , passionate, fierce and strong. You are my bestfriend, my human diary and the love of my life. You've made me a better person and I can't remember a day in my life that you aren't in. I want to create more memories with you, argue with you for every silly thing, irritate you, support you , grow old and spend the rest of my life with you. I love you the most. Will you marry me?". He took the ring out of the box and is asking for my hand. 

I realize that I'm tearing up. I've never been so happy in my entire life than this moment. I want to capture this in my memory and tattoo it in my brain forever. The weather is cold and breezy, the fairy lights are dancing a little in the air. I even hear music from a distance , all while my eyes are fixed into his and my brain imagining the life being married to him as Mrs. Michael Sinclair. Suddenly I realize he's waiting for my answer and I come back to this world. I blink, finally, and I say, "Yes !!!!!". 

August 24,2005

Mr. Watson is explaining us an algorithm. He's probably going to give us an assignment on it later. I try to focus on the class but it's too hard. I could see that the other people in the class are taking notes. I swiftly take my mobile phone from the bag and place it under the desk in an angle that Mr. Watson wouldn't be able to see it.  I unlock and I see that there is another message. 

PRIVATE NUMBER

Let's say you just crossed me in the hallway. 

It's him. It's Damon. I just crossed him in the hallway. I'm partly excited and partly confused. I turn to look at him cautiously and I see him having his phone under the desk. 

EMMA CARLYLE

What do you want ?

Damon and I have fought like cat and dog in the past. It has been like a love-hate relationship, except it has been predominantly hate. I don't understand why he says that he is crazy about me all of a sudden. Nevertheless , I'm not ready to have any sort of relationship with him and I'm going to stay strong on this decision. 

PRIVATE NUMBER

I...... want to be friends with you?

EMMA CARLYLE

Why?

PRIVATE NUMBER

Because.... I like you and I want to be?

He is crazy. He likes me but he wants to be friends with me. Though I made a completely different decision two minutes ago, a part of me wants to give him a chance and I'm going to listen to it.

EMMA CARLYLE

May be. But behave!

PRIVATE NUMBER

As you say ma'am. (wink) (wink)

I laugh on seeing this message and some guy in the front turns and gives a suspicious smile. I put my phone down immediately and I turn to look at Damon again. He looks at me and winks. I look away trying to hold back my smile and I think I'm starting to like him too, the stupid Damon Priestley!!