I was a bit indecisive about marrying Faith. I liked her and we have been together since last 3 years, when we were 18. She was clumsy and silly as a teenager, when I first met her. She was clothed in faded denims and clean tank top and her men were occupied with volumes as she clashed with me outside the national library as we both attempted to go out together. Out of chivalry and manners, I helped her pick up the records and she gladly took my offer and thanked me. She was blunt and forthright, she kept talking and without understanding. I was enjoying her silly talks about scripts and how cliche colliding with someone is, as we made a path to the nearest subway. We exchanged numbers and within a little span of time we became friends, subsequently began to hang out without knowing that we have begun to have feelings for each other. She never articulated it, I never popped the question to her, but things were even obvious, our's were a dumb love story.

In that location could have been plenty of reasons why I never could show my beliefs, but I think it was my friends commenting on her awkward ways, decorating style and her silly chatter that was moving me. She was ready to pluck up and set out to operate on herself. In the last one year, she became like a different person entirely, more class, fashion conscious and demure in her ways. I knew she was executing it all for me, and I should have felt happy but I wasn't. Even my friends compliments about her didn't help and I felt sort of detached towards her as time went on. She was hurt and I could see how without saying she was straining to please me in all the ways she can but I could never take myself up to recite her "I am sorry or I love you." We are still together. I couldn't split up with her, I was disconcerted with what I wanted, and then I forgot it for time to point us.

As things have failed through a rough spot between us lately and I was missing the good times, I conceived of making her a surprise and decided to fit her, uninformed. I got for her one of the fancy dresses she wears these days. I was dressed for the part, as I planned to take her out on a date. I parked my car in front of her house and worked my room towards the threshold when a sight caught my attention and I was left staring dumbfounded.

Faith was sitting with her flower pots, cleaning and watering them. She was dressed in an old white top paired with light blue knickers, absolutely busy with what she was doing. Her face bore traces of clay particles, despite of the tight ponytail few tendrils of hair managed to come out from different spaces and were flying away. Her hands and feet were drenched in clay. She was looking ever bit of the silly and carefree girl I met 2 years ago.

She realized she was being watched, she looked up and smiled and the entire effect of how she was looking at me with that apologetic look in her eyes, yet her lips twisting in the most charming way as they form with a sheepish smile, charmed my heart and that moment I knew I was in love with her and I could see my future with her. I realized that moment, why, I was not happy with the way she was changing herself for me, because I was in love with the silly young lady she was. At that minute she was the most perfect young lady I recognize, as she in the most caring and loving way put the rose flower pot in its position and rose up shyly, cleaning her hands and legs. My spirit told me if this is how candidly and lovingly she can care for a plant she so loves then how much would she love me if I promise to love her all my life. She even changed herself for me. But, now I wouldn't let her. I felt like showing off to my friends the way she was looking now, saying "This is my girl and I love her this way. She looks more charming and desirable than any sexy model will look in their designer rag-look alike dress." I was stupid to give away to their comments.

I paced the gaps between us, taking long strides and without saying a word I hugged her. She tried to push me away, aware of the fact that her dress has mud and mine would go dirty. But, I didn't care for anything else that moment. I hugged her and softly said in her ear,"I love you Faith. Will you marry me, please?"

She laughed as she hugged me, and said "Yes, I will. I was waiting like forever for you to say these words. I love you so much, Ryan." I knew she must have tears in her eyes, for her voice was more of an emotional one, as she said it. But, I was happy that these were Happy Tears. I promised myself then to never let her shed a sad tear ever.

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30/08/2014