White shirt, blue jeans, white shoes- classic. His shirt was clinging to him as he sweated through a friendly football match with his friends. His hair messy, laughing openly having no clue about how irresistible he was looking in that moment. I sat there, on the park bench, wondering if he will ever notice me. Well, he did. It’s been 8 years since I first saw him that day and I am going to ask him to marry me. Today. Oh god! How do people do this? Why am I so nervous? It’s not like he is going to say no, right? NO, he isn’t going to say no. What is wrong with my brain? I know, I know he will say yes but I have been jumping on my toes ever since I planned the proposal.  Shrieking at every small thing. God save me and the day.

He was the one who officially asked me to be in a relationship 7 years ago. It wasn’t some big proposal or anything but it was just perfect with a sprinkle of magic. He took me to a book store- my comfort place- which gave me all the chills and extra heartbeats cause he has never been the one to be in a place surrounded by books deliberately. He held my hand, giving me goosebumps, and led us in the last aisle. There was one beanbag and a flower bouquet ,not roses and I am glad cause I never really liked red roses for some reason ,which he remembered. He made me sit on the beanbag and he kneeled in front of me, making my heartbeat do somersaults. He took out a piece of paper and started reading from it.

“Shy love, I think of you

As the morning air brushes the window pane,

And how much time of all it takes to know

The movement of your arm, the steps you take,

The curves along your head, your ears, your hair.

For all of this, each hand, each finger,

Each lip, each breath, each sigh,

Each word and sound of voice or tongue,

I would require an age to contemplate.

But for your heart your mind your thoughts, all these,

To love them all I need at least five centuries.”

Was I crying when he finished? YES. 

He held my face, a sweet chuckle left his lips. It’s amazing how I did not faint, I mean he was looking me in the eye reciting a love poem from Shakespeare! Wiping away my tears he leaned in and with voice as soft as a cloud said ” J, I never thought I will ever be able to get the attention of the girl I saw sitting on a park bench a year ago looking like pure art.” “You….you ” “Shhhh, let me finish” He put his thumb on my lips and slowly brushed my lower lip with it. My heart was beating so loud, I was sure the entire book store could hear it. 

” You amaze me J, everyday. I love your rambles, your clumsiness , the way you love to try out new things and take on adventures.” 

” You know me and how I hate apologizing but you….you are the only one who can make me say sorry numerous times and I would willingly do it without thinking or hesitating once. I need to say so much but I can’t resist you anymore.  So J, will you be my girlfriend and be mine forever?”

I burst into tears shaking my head up and down into a yes. He held my face with both hands and laughed, “Stop crying please. It looks like I robbed you or something but it’s the other way round. You. You missy, robbed my heart, that too a year ago and I am glad you did.” He kissed my lips gently, stopped for split second as if to see if what he did was okay. It was. It was more than okay. It was what I was waiting for, for so long. My whole body felt a shiver. He leaned again and kissed me, I kissed him back. This time it was with more surety and passion. In seconds he is sitting on the beanbag and I am in his lap, wrapped around in his strong arms. How did that happen ? I wish I knew. 

That day, in fact everyday with him feels like being at ease. And I want that for the rest of my life. It’s time. I am going to ask him to be mine forever. Ahhhh….. Also, I will try my best to not cry while proposing him but hey, I can’t promise that. But I know everything will turn out great cause all I know is that imperfections leads to perfections.