After a few days of being alone in the house, the doorbell rings.
" I don't remember ordering anything."
I open the door and...
"Delivery for miss Tina Kennard?"
I look at him surprised. What's happening right now?
"Eh... Yes... That would be me, but I don't remember ordering anything."
The guy just gives me a quick wink and then commands his employees to enter my house.
One carries a table, the other two chairs... And food... God... So much food!
They are followed by a string quartet that's playing: I won't give up, by Jason Mraz.
The table is set completely, with plates, wine and even candles.
When the last person leaves my house, I walk towards the door to close it.
But then...
"I can't imagine my life without you, T."
Bette was standing there with a single rose and I couldn't do anything but stare at her while the words came out of her so smoothly, like a true poet.
"You're still the one. You'll always be the one. Please, don't give up on us..."
She walks in and wraps me into her arms.
How could I not fall for such a romantic gesture?
The string quartet kept playing while Bette leads me to the table.
We both sit down and I look into her beautiful big brown eyes as if I was under a spell. A spell I've never been able to break.
I try to say something, but I stumble on my words as if I lost the ability to speak. Bette only giggles and then reaches into her purse and pulls out a little red box.
What's this? Is she going to...
"Tina... When you left again, I started to think of my behavior and everything I've done to you. I know I've been selfish and disrespectful, I see it now... And I want to spend the rest of my life making up for it. I'll do better, I promise. Everything seems so worthless without you by my side, T. You're the beating to my heart, the blood running through my veins and my oxygen."
She then kneels next to the table that's filled with all types of Moroccan food.
"Would you make me the happiest woman alive and marry me? Again..."
I was stunned. Did she just propose to me?
Is this what I want?
I slept with Carrie during our small break, if she finds out about this she might not even want me anymore.
"What do you even see in me?"
Bette seems to be a little taken aback by my reply, since I didn't give her a yes or a no.
"Everything I've ever dreamt off." She replies.
Her words had me weak. Nobody had this effect on me. Not like Bette did...
I knew Carrie wouldn't give up without a fight and neither would Bette.
Bette is the love of my life, it's always been her. Of course I love Carrie, but not like I love Bette.
A love like ours is irreplaceable. It's unique and rare.
I'd be a fool to give up on it, especially when she promises changes and sees her hurtful behavior.
I get on my knees before her and bring both my hands on her cheeks.
I look deep into her eyes and whisper "yes..."
A smile from ear to ear instantly forms on her face and her beautiful big eyes fill itself with tears. I can read the emotions in her eyes.
I have always been able to read Bette very well. As if our souls and bodies are connected in a way that I can't describe.
"Really?" Bette says with a crack in her voice.
I smile at her and lean in to kiss her.
When I pull back a little while still being close enough to kiss her, I say "Yes. Really."
