Westward Thoughts

It seems like a lifetime ago that I asked you to be my wife. That I summoned my courage and asked you to be the only girl for me. I was what one might call the marrying type, I always liked the idea of being married. The thought of always have some one to love, and to love me back warmed my soul.

We had only been together a short time, and there is some debate over who kissed who first. And I will not even begin to guess who fell in love first. I only know that I did fall in love with you. At the time I thought it was the greatest love ever. A love so great that no one could ever love one person more than I loved you. But I was so wrong, as the years went by and we experienced and embraced life together, my love grew for you far beyond anything that was there at the start.

You were working in a shoe store in the mall at the time. Working evenings and I was workings days as a EPS Fabricator (what a fancy name for a crappy job). We spent every moment we could together. We would cuddle on the couch watching TV for hours. It seemed just to stop and eat would be to long apart from each other. You made me feel alive, and I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

I am so horrible with time and the exact dates every event happened, but I know what happened and I know the feelings of joy that were in my heart when they happened. When you said yes it was one of the single most happiest days of my life. You were working that day and I called you to chat. Once I got a plan I couldn't wait and had take action right away. I had decided you were the one, and it was now was the right time so I saw no reason to wait.

Talking on the phone and I asked you in almost joking and 'safe' way if you would marry me. If you would be my wife, and with little hesitation you said yes. All though I am fairly positive you thought I wasn't serious. I guessed you assumed I meant “one day”... could we maybe possibly one day get married. So it was not real at that moment, we knew we both liked the idea, but it was not concrete.

So after the conversation I went out and bought you a ring. A small single emerald the most we could afford at the time and was not much. All though my heart still melts when I see wearing that ring on your finger, it reminds of that time. That time when we knew nothing could stop us, nothing could hold us back. We were together and we were going to take the world by storm.

I showed up to your work with that tiny little ring. A ring so small, but so large and filled with the love, the love I had and still have for you. You were busy stocking, if I remember correctly you were trying to close up the store to leave for the evening. I would show up early to pick you up and follow you around as you did your work. We would talk about everything, the future, the present, the funny, it didn't really matter what we were talking about, cause we were together talking. It was a few more moments in the day we could steal from the world for just us.

As I followed you around that night I slowly worked up the courage to tell you what I had and give the ring to you. I didn't know how to do it, I didn't know what to do. I did not have any sort of elaborate plan, I only knew I loved you and I wanted to be your husband. So in my sly sneaky way I asked why you weren't wearing your ring. As you questioned me about what ring, I slipped that little ring on your finger. Your eyes light up and were shining so bright. There was a since of magic and for a few minutes the whole world melted into the background and it was just you and me.

Every emotion possible was running through my body, I was so scared on how we would do it. What would we do, how would I support you, could I be good enough. Just as quickly as those emotions rose up, they melted away as you hugged me and embraced me. It was an embrace that I dream of to this day, it was pure, it was happy, and it was us.

I Love You!