Bruises

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I held a ring in my pocket. An engagement ring. I made sure it was super pretty and cheap at the same time. The diamond has a green color to it, her favorite.
I got in my car and drove to my apartment. Kasey lives with me, but we're not going to college until next year. We're taking a year off to spend some time together. She doesn't know it, but I'm planning on proposing to her in a few minutes. She's at home cooking some dinner. I'm planning on moving the chair from the table while she sitting in it and unexpectedly get down on one knee, pulling my ring out.
I pulled out my phone, checking to see what time it was. It wasn't too late. Only 7:00 PM.
I pulled in the parking lot, parking right in front of our window. I sat there admiring that beautiful woman through the window. You could see the kitchen from the window. It wasn't a very big apartment, but it works for now.
Suddenly, a tingly feeling came upon me. I was feeling nervous. I don't want this to go wrong.
My hand was touching the door handle. I took a deep breath, and I opened the door. I got out quickly. My feet shuffled as I walked to the door of our apartment. I opened the door.
"Hey, dinner is about ready. Why don't you find a seat at the table," she said.
"Thank goodness, I'm starving. Work makes me tired."
I got a job right after school ended in May. It's only a job at a restaurant, but I have to work 10 hour shifts. I work at a pretty fancy restaurant, so they need all the employees.
Kasey put my food on a plate, walked over and set the plate in front of me. I didn't eat it just yet. I waited until she sat down and I stood up.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
I didn't answer her. All I did was move her chair to the side and bent down on one knee. When I pulled that ring out, her face filled up with joy and tears.
"Kasey... We've been through all high school together, and I've never thought twice about leaving you. We've been through everything together, thick and thin. You've helped me get through all of my bruises throughout. And at some points were pretty nasty bruises. What my whole speech is about is I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and what I'm trying to ask is, Will you marry me?"
Kasey's face had a huge smile on it, tears still coming down.
"Yes! I will marry you!" She excitedly said.
After she said that, she kissed me for the longest time. Then hugged me.
***
I watched as Kasey walked up the aisle. The wedding music playing. She looked so beautiful. Like always, she never, under any circumstance, looked bad in my eyes, even when she was loosing her hair to cancer.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. My smile stayed on while she was walking up the aisle. I looked out in the audience and saw my dad and mom. Jerry and Caren. I remember when they got married a couple years ago. Now it was my turn. They both looked so happy for me. I've never seen my dad look so proud of me before, or my mom.
The wedding is held at my church. The perfect place to have it at. The audience was filled with people that go to my church and some of my moms family members. All her siblings, and cousins who I got to know for a long while. They are such an awesome family and I'm so glad that I'm now apart of it.
Kasey finally made it up to the front, and we said our vows, said "I do," all that normal wedding stuff. Then, put the rings on.
"You may kiss the bride," said the preacher.
"Don't mind if I do!" I said, everybody laughing.
We kissed and decided to leave on our honeymoon right afterwards. We were headed to Nashville, a small town in Indiana that is only a county away.
***
In the dazzling moonlight, we sit in the bed of my truck that I bought, Kasey and I. We were watching the stars. Such a romantic thing I thought of. For our honeymoon, we rented a room in a nice little hotel, but tonight, I drove us into the country.
We were cuddled next to each other. I sat up, had my arm around Kasey. Kasey sat next to me, her head on my shoulder.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too," she replied.
***
Life can get tough. Even if your father abused you. People die, your family at some point. Things can get hard. Don't worry about those bad times, that's what makes you a stronger person. These bad parts of you life can leave a mark on you. I call these marks "Bruises."