Of books and rings....He passed me a gold wrapped present, smiling so ever sheepishly.
He said, "Open it!" excitedly but reminded me several times to be cautious with it.
I was getting annoyed by his constant reminders, "Be careful!Be careful!" screamed right into my ears. If only men could be more like women...akkaka...but then again the world would be less fun that way.
I carefully unhooked the tape's grip off the wrapping paper as he looked on anxiously...urging me with his eyes to hurry up.
After several moments of held breaths, I finally reveal the present. It was my favourite book....The Time Traveller's Wife. The one I had lost and did not have the heart to buy another.
Here it was in my hand again. I was utterly happy. But the surprise did not end there.
Like a kid about to burst out of his seams of obedience, he almost squeals in delight, "Open it to the first page. HURRY!"
I turn the page...and a shiny object catches my eye. A ring, with a delicate diamond fitted on it.
The words read..."Will you do me the honour of being my wife?"
I turn and smile and said.....
His disappointed look and shocked gasp was too devastating for such a weak heart like mine.
I giggled and said...YES!