The Proposal

(loosely based on the Mark and Kate story) can you tell I'm in a romantic mood lately?


Marry me. No. Marry me. No. What do you want? You. Then marry me. I won’t. Tell me why. Because I want to make love to you when we’re sixty. But we will. I want to surprise each other with little things. We always will. A piece of paper doesn’t guarantee that. Then what does it matter? Exactly my point. I want you forever. And if we’re still happy in fifty years. Why wouldn’t we be happy? Two people should be together because they want to be. Don’t you want to be with me? Because they want to be. Marry me. Not because they have to be. We’re not your parents. I won’t marry you. I’m not your father. I want to want you forever. I love you. I want romance. What’s a wedding? Not a day, I want a life. Do you want to marry me? The day that you don’t want to marry me- Never. The day that we don’t want to marry each other- Stop. Is the day we should both walk away.

Promise candlelit baths.
Promise notes on the pillow.
Promise strawberries.
Promise his hands.
Promise the small of her back.
Promise whispers.
Promise forever.