epiphany
December 23, 2003...The day finally comes that I ask her the one unanswered question.
From work she meets me at my house, dinner plans for just the two of us tonight- a nice chinease dinner of her picking. To save time she brought her dress to work- in order to change at my house. upon arriving she slips into the bathroom and comes out a few moments later in such perfect beauty as always is to be expected with such a wonderful girl. Her red dress is nice for the occasion- and the snow falling softly outside accentuates the sparkle in her eyes.
Soon after, dinner is served, and the night grows ripe as we dine; together, yet so far apart in thoughts, for I know something of plans that she has not forseen. As dinner closes, two fortune cookies are brought to the table, simple- yet so complex in purpose. Perhaps complexity is why the switch is made easily, and I offer her the correct fortune through the correct cookie.
She starts to break apart the two halves, to reveal her fortune, as I take a final breath before the moment hits. Slowly I feel myself slip from my seat and take a knee, as a crisp crack hits the ear, then a slight flutter in the air and then another snow-like sparkle is glimpsed out of such sweet depths. The words hit the tongue fast after thousands of iterations of thought had hit my mind of the same question. I die in anticipation, in anxiety- though I know the answer in my soul, I still quiver yet with uncertainty.
Will she marry me?
?... My soul is given her answer-
yes.
From work she meets me at my house, dinner plans for just the two of us tonight- a nice chinease dinner of her picking. To save time she brought her dress to work- in order to change at my house. upon arriving she slips into the bathroom and comes out a few moments later in such perfect beauty as always is to be expected with such a wonderful girl. Her red dress is nice for the occasion- and the snow falling softly outside accentuates the sparkle in her eyes.
Soon after, dinner is served, and the night grows ripe as we dine; together, yet so far apart in thoughts, for I know something of plans that she has not forseen. As dinner closes, two fortune cookies are brought to the table, simple- yet so complex in purpose. Perhaps complexity is why the switch is made easily, and I offer her the correct fortune through the correct cookie.
She starts to break apart the two halves, to reveal her fortune, as I take a final breath before the moment hits. Slowly I feel myself slip from my seat and take a knee, as a crisp crack hits the ear, then a slight flutter in the air and then another snow-like sparkle is glimpsed out of such sweet depths. The words hit the tongue fast after thousands of iterations of thought had hit my mind of the same question. I die in anticipation, in anxiety- though I know the answer in my soul, I still quiver yet with uncertainty.
Will she marry me?
?... My soul is given her answer-
yes.