Sugar-Coated

Sweetened

I'm addicted to love, I admit. It's an obsession that's hard for me to let go of. My husband, Antoine, is the reason for this. Then again, you could also say that I'm addicted to how he shows his love for our family. This is what went on in my head as both Antoine and I sat across the table, all the while I was immersed in his glossy and deep ocean blue eyes.

"I brought you something, Clara." Antoine set a tiny black box which had a ribbon on the table.

"Thank you, dear. I also have something for you." I handed him a blue paper bag, sealed only with a stapler. I smiled as I reached for the tiny black box he brought out.

"You didn't need to buy me anything at all." he spoke with a clear and deep voice. I tucked my hair to the side of my ear when I saw him staring at me.

I opened the box and saw a dazzling sapphire ring, the stone was glassy to the touch, and its surface was cold. I picked up the jewelry box and took the ring out of it and held it into the warm light that shone above us. The shanks were made of silver and our shared last name was engraved on it, 'Miles', reading that in my mind made me happy. I turned to look at Antoine with a smile from ear to ear.

I giggled, "The gemstone matches your eyes." we both exchanged looks.

He also laughed, "Hehe, well now you'll have something that you can remember me by," Antoine stood up from his seat and approached me, "here, let me put it on your finger." he took the ring and got down on his knees. He inserted the ring slowly on my finger with his warm and heavy hands.

He's such a dreamy guy....

We met in college and even back then he was so caring and loving towards me. We were always so close; I'd always receive flowers from him, and he'd kiss me whenever he had the chance to. That's how we fell in love with each other, and we decided to get married. After getting married, we settled down in a cramped apartment until we finally had enough money to buy this small and simple house we're living in right now. There may not be much space for the three of us, however, my son and my husband will always have enough space inside of my heart. 

I kissed him on the forehead and said, "I love you, dear," he just gave me a smile and he went back to his seat. I didn't want any dull moments, so I continued talking, "so, tell me. How was work today? Is there anything that you'd like to tell me?" I asked him with a straight face.

"Is that seriously a question that you'd ask a person on date night?" he chuckled and smirked.

That's right we were on a date, in a somewhat desolate restaurant owned by my aunt. I called her for an appointment last night, and she agreed to let us use the place after closing hours. Some of her staff even stayed behind as requested. The place had great ambience, only a hanging light bulb with shade was our source of light and it gave off warmth, the area was quite dim aside from our table because all the other lights were turned off, and the place was practically soundproof as all of the windows had already been closed and the blinds lowered. It was the perfect place to be alone.

"You're right. I guess I just wanted to keep the conversation going, because it would be awkward if I didn't. How about you? What would you have done if you were me?"

He rubbed his chin and said, "Hmmmm, I would've asked something like," Antoine reached for my hand and held it tight, "are you still in love with me, after all that we've been through?"

I gave him a soft smile and I slightly tilted my head, "Of course I still am, and don't you ever doubt that for a second." After that, both of our faces glowed bright red and we looked away from each other, our hands still held together.