London

Oh, What a Dream

The night was perfect. We were watching a movie and cuddling on the couch, tossing popcorn into each others mouths and laughing about the plot holes in this awful movie. She was 27 and I was 28, still young but so in love. By the time the credits rolled her head was on my shoulder and I had my arm around her, keeping her close. We were sitting in silence, happy to be together after two months of separation due to my work in California.
Now that that was finally over and I had moved to New York, Rory moved back in with me. It was perfect and it felt so right.
I tilted my head down and met her alert gaze, her brows slightly furrowed in deep thought. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, Ace?" I asked, kissing her forehead. She hesitated before speaking. "This feels... right. So right. We stuck together to live in these moments. We're together, we're living together, and we're happy. I'm so grateful." Rory smiled after she finished her last sentence, and I knew it was time.
"Hey Rory?" I asked, my heart faltering a beat. I guess I am nervous. "Yeah babe?" She responded, a similar confused look in her eyes. I grabbed both of her hands and turned her so that we were face to face, my eyes just mere inches from hers.
"Remember back at Yale when I proposed? Well, I'm going to do that again now. The right way."

I watched the look in her eyes shift from confusion to disbelief in a moment, and I couldn't help but laugh a little.
"Don't be so scared, Ace. It will only hurt a bit," I joked.
"Rory. You mean the world to me. You're my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the first person to call me out if I'm doing something wrong. You know exactly how I feel just about always, and we have a connection. A special one. And sure, we've had our ups and downs in life, some pretty big ones if I do say so myself, but look at us. We're living together, we're in a serious relationship, and after all this time, you still stuck with me.
I love you more than anything in this life, Rory. I will choose your happiness over mine every damn time." I stared back at Rory, our gazes never unlocking or faltering throughout my entire ramble. She's the one.
"So, what do you say."
There wasn't even a pause. She didn't skip a beat. She was for sure. She knew. And god, so was I.
"Of course, Logan. I've never been so sure of something in my life," she said with a smile. With no time to waste I pulled her in for an intense kiss, our love pouring out through our messy kisses. She pulled away and rested her forehead against mine and whispered, "You're my everything, Logan."

She heard.

I smiled and kissed her softly, but Rory pulled away, playfully biting my lip in the process. I smirked at her as a similar expression danced across her freckled face. "Where's the ring at? You can't heave me hanging here, mister." She said jokingly, as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a black velvety ring box. I opened it up as she audibly gasped, her eyes wide. "Logan, its... incredible. God, I love you." Rory exclaimed, barely letting me slide the ring on her finger before kissing me harder than she ever has before.
"I love you too, Ace. More than anything."
Her face swirled and her words faded out, immediately causing panic in me. "Rory?" I heard my own voice shout out.
I sat up in a flash drenched in sweat next to an heiress I've never loved. I sighed as I closed my eyes and laid back down, knowing that I'll never have my biggest dream.