28/6/2018 0 Comments yesI’m a hopeless romantic He got on one knee. She knew what it meant. The most handsome of handsome in the country tripped into love for an unlikely ladybug. Shapeless waist, lumpy thighs and layered chinned; shadowed her smarts and charm.
He got on one knee to say, "I love you.” Climbing his fingers up her thighs, “I wish to mount your hills every morning.” Gliding on to her waist his hands cupped her pudgy tum, “plant our seeds together and help them grow.” His arms stretched to trace hers, pulling them from behind her. Shrinking to cope the gawks and envy, he pulled her closer to feel safe. Warmth cloaked her carrot fingers, “give me the gift of having you. Give me the gift and say, YES.” Tears glassed her iris, pronouncing the brown. Work colleagues and clients at an annual Christmas gala, disapprovingly froze at their boss stoop to trenches. Mummer’s exploded in clusters, encouraging the streams to tumble down her cheeks. Embarrassed. Ashamed. Frightened. She grabbed all the whispers that shadowed her life, which caught up to her engagement too. His voice, the first to shine the darkness away, "Shhhhh...You are the beauty. I am your beast." Phrasing her favorite fairytale. Hopeful. Secure. Certain. She bowed in and placed a kiss.
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