"Heads we get married. Tails we break up. How's that?" I told her. She needed to make up her mind. She either wanted to be with me or she didn't. Now this penny will decide for her.
I flipped the penny and let it fall on the floor. It landed on heads. She gasped. I turned my eyes to her and saw the nervous expression on her face. "It shouldn't have to come to this," she said.
"You're right. It doesn't."
"Then why are you forcing me to make a decision, with a damn penny of all things?" she spoke forcefully.
"I'm not your toy, sweetheart. Now, you know how you're going to wear your hair on our special day?"
She shook her head. "I haven't thought much about it."
It was right then I knew. Neither me or the penny on the floor wasn't going to make her love me.
"I didn't think so," I replied. I looked at the beautiful disaster standing before me one last time and turned for the door.
