snow. {h. s}

two.

harold tried to go get me a macaroon, but he couldnt open the jeep door. our jeep is all wheel drive, but the snow goes 5 feet up, and we cant use the handle.

harry came in and took a short nap, then made dinner. pizza and macaroni. i've never had the two, well, i have. but harry put the macaroni on top of the pizza. it was good. we ate a slice of our cake that said happy 3 year anniversery, babe from 1 week ago, but we froze it.

it was now 7:34 pm, and harry called the bakery. they have a huge truck that you use a ladder to get in, and has all wheel drive. i couldnt hear what he said, he went in the kitchen and i was in the bedroom, watching a television show. casey, who runs the bakery, came over, and she had a cake.

harry slapped 20 dollars in her hand, and i watched.

"alexia! do you mind coming down stairs?" he asked, politely.

i ran downstairs, obeying him.

he unwrapped a latex sheet off of a cake.

i couldnt move. the cake had something on it.

We hate the snow, we love eachother, and, will you marry me, Alexia?

"oh, oh, oh my gosh" i said

"So," he wanted an answer

"Yes... of course." i started to tear up.