"You ever wonder how long it'll be till we get tired of each other?", Ethan asks you as you two lay in your hammock.
"Define tired."
"No more hugs, kissing-"
"God forbid-"
He laughs and he says, "No like, not affectionate."
"Well," you say, locking fingers with his, "I give it-"
"A year?"
"An hour."
His jaw drops and you begin to laugh, "What?", he asks in between laughter.
"I'm kidding!", you claim.
"No, but seriously."
You take a moment to respond, "Until we get tired of each other?", he nods and you say, "I have no idea."
"Yeah, cause it's hard to think about..."
"Why?"
"Because I can't think of a situation where I'd ever get tired of you, like maybe when we have kids, but-"
"You wanna have kids?"
"With you, yes."
You squeal with happiness, "Really?"
He lightly laughs and cups your cheeks as you stare into his eyes, "Yes, I love you. So much."
You kiss him rapidly and lay him down as you climb on top of him, lightly pushing him down.
As you two begin to calm down, the sun begins to set so you sit up. Ethan does the same.
You just watch the sun lower its self and Ethan wraps his arms around your waist and you lights caress his cheek.
"Can I ask you something?"
You turn your head to face him, "Anything."
"Aren't you ever scared that.. well okay -you ever wonder like that any argument could be the argument?"
"Wait if I'm-"
"Like after an argument, but not just any argument. Like one of the big ones... like aren't you ever scared that maybe the next big one... would be the one to end this...", he takes his hand and grabs yours, "to end us."
Your eyes trace back to his and you say, "Terrified."
His eyes begin to water, "That's why... I don't like it when you don't talk to me I-"
"Baby, sometimes I just need space-"
"Well, yeah, but i don't know, in the movies he always comes back and does this big gesture-"
"Baby, I don't need a big gesture-"
"I know because you're different, but because you're different, I can't-"
"Baby...", he calms down and looks you in the eyes, "if anyone can make me happy with the littlest things, it's you. I mean, yeah the gestures are flattering and they make me happy too, but like you said... I don't need big gestures. That's not why I love you-"
"Then why? Why do you love me?"
"I love you because you make me happy without those gestures. I love you because at night, I stay in bed, in my bed when I'm not with you, but at night I stay in bed laughing, blushing, and smiling at the little things you do because you make me happy. You are everything and anything I could ask for in a boy, in a man, in a boyfriend-"
"Don't forget husband.", he interrupts. You lightly laugh, "Or father."
"Exactly. You are all of those things and more, and none of it came from the big gestures."
"Not even this?"
You look down and see the diamond ring, your jaw drops, "Ethan..."
"I'm not proposing, this is a promise ring.", he gets down on one knee, "But that doesn't mean I never will-"
"Will what?"
"Propose."
You cover your mouth and tears begin to form, "I... oh my god-"
"You're literally everything to me. Everything. And because of that I know for a fact that I don't want to lose you. We are young, yes-"
"And reckless.", you say, making him laugh, it was an inside joke.
"Yes, and reckless. But I want to be young and reckless forever. I want to get a thrill of getting in the car and giving you the aux. I want the daily thrill of just holding your hand, or kissing you.", you wipe your tears and he continues, "I picture all of that, but with only you."
It was perfect. He was perfect. You guys were perfect for each other.
And it made you wonder...
Will it stay like this forever?
