For months I had been distraught. Since the other week my mind has been plagued by the thoughts and the action of preparing itself for the papers that might come in at any day. I've tried to bolster the flame I fear is already out, as all my attempts had failed.
Maybe I shouldn't have run last night. I shouldn't have avoided the conversation that would deal with this quiet commotion professionally.
I feared that it would be the last, and my heart chose flight.
You approached me again this afternoon. "Dress up comfortably and nicely." You said. Such nostalgia-inducing words, filling me with hope and dread.
I complied. "This is it." I thought as the rays of the sunset kissed our faces in the most awkward car ride ever.
You took me to the park. Specifically, under the aged oak tree from our childhood. We sat on a blanket, the silence between us and the peaceful surrounds to me feeling like the calm before the storm.
Then you surprised me. And that, as I now recall from the first moment I laughed my heart out feeling weightless despite how months of inner turmoil has weighed me down, didn't surprise me.
The stars became our audience by the time you stood up and held out a hand for me to take, and I did. The moon watched us in amusement as we both jumped up and down repeatedly, two grown adults, trying to rid ourselves of the numbness and ache of sitting down for so long, like highschool students in a study group talking about anything other than studying.
You held me at arms length and said, "Darling, I've known you've been distraught. I admit, from time to time my eyes and thoughts have shifted. The sorrow and guilt has been eating away at my conscience along with the almost desperate desire to hurry up and fix this before it's too late," —You looked me in the eyes solemnly— "I loved you."
You got down on one knee bearing the smile I've always known and presented me with two movie tickets. I received them trying so hard not to break out in a madman's laughter, and tears, repeatedly saying yes.
"I love you. Let's fall in love again," You said. "Actually, let's fall in love everyday!"
And I couldn't agree more.
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Shade of Clouds || a digital notebook
PoetryI came back; I'm going to start posting my original work on wattpad again. The flaps are open to those who would like to read, and the book can be put back on the shelf to those who would not. I sure do hope I don't have to deal with plagiarism; It'...
