Gone

Ch. 7

Today Max and I spent the day together. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but halfway thought the car ride, I knew. We were going to the first place we kissed. He parked the car on the side of the hill and we walked the small trail to the meadow. He had a picnic basket in one hand and a picnic blanket in the other. He was recreating our first kiss. We got to the meadow and we sat down on the lookout. We just stared at the ocean for a while. He turned to me, “I love you.” He said it surely as if his mind was made up. It wasn’t the first I love you, but something was different about this one.

“I love you too,” I said smiling.

“No. I mean I’m in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” Was this what I thought it was? He got down on one knee, and pulled out a ring, “Will you marry me?”

It came as a shock, “Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” I was overjoyed. We were suddenly one. Our lips pressed against each other’s. I couldn’t believe it. Max proposed. I was engaged. He slid the beautiful ring on to my finger. We kissed again. I didn’t have any second thoughts about him. “Max, I’m sure about this, but are you? I don’t want to die on you.”

“Sierra, You are in my heart, you are around me, I only see you wherever I go, because there is nothing in our universe of love except you and me, and I am honestly completely in love with you.” That was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. I loved him too. I kissed him. I kissed him fully and passionately. I loved him. I never wanted this to end. Before this, we had planed out our future, if, we were to get married. The whole brain tumor thing kind of threw that off track.  I was worried. Not because of Max, but of hurting him. The night started to get dark so we walked back to the car and drove home.