Marry me, marry me, marry me

I guess he had a realization, or one of those lightbulb moments. He says he won't let the greatest thing in his life go. No matter what he's doubted about himself throughout his life, he knows one thing for sure - he loves me. Not the kind of love that was just words he said to people to make them think he really felt something. Not the kind of cliche poetry he'd written in the past to make him think he felt something he didn't really feel, but had always longed for. This time, he knew it in his heart and soul.

He grabbed me from behind at dinner tonight, picked me up out of my chair, threw me on the bed and said, "Marry me." I was a bit stunned. "Are you just afraid of losing me?" I asked. He answered, "No, I'm afraid of losing myself. You're the only real thing I've ever had in my life and you're the only person I've ever really loved."

I wanted to think about it for a while. I knew we were meant to be together. Everyone knew it. Of course I said yes. We decided on May, although he was ready now. We woke up the next morning like always, in each other's arms, but this time we were singing marriage songs. Who says fairy tales don't come true?

"'ll give you give candy, give you diamonds, give you pills,
Give you anything you want, hundred dollar bills,
I'll even let you watch the shows you want to see,
Just marry me, marry me, marry me...." -Dramarama