betroth, v.
I kneeled down in front of you, looked at you and pulled out a ring.
So honey now, take me into your loving arms again...
"Will you be my loving may-bahay?" I asked. There was an endearing nervousness in my voice. Ofcourse, I am hella nervous!
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars...
You gasped. Your hands clasped onto your mouth, your watery eyes were wide open inshock.
I held up a pen and piece of paper with a note:
Marry me?
a. Yes
b. a
c. b
d. All of the above
PS. Marry me.
"Your answer, Mrs." I uttered.
Place your head on my beating heart...
You started crying and shouting, "I hate you! Yes! Yes!"
I'm thinking out loud...
You nestled in and whispered between your sobs, "I will be your may-bahay."
I grabbed your nape and kissed you pationately.
Then I heard mom. I heard her calling me. The glee on mom's voice was evident. "Wake up!" she yelled.
I opened my eyes and saw mom looking at me, grinning. Damn dream! Such a tease.
