Wishful Thinking
When I was still a maiden my idea of getting proposed at was very romantic. I would walk into a garden full of lovely flowers on a starlit night. And before I reach the table that was set for a candlelit dinner, floodlights would flash on me putting me on spotlight and a mariachi ensemble would come out from behind the garden and play me a beautiful Mexican love song. And right after that I’d see the Will You Marry Me? written in the sky thru fireworks. But it didn’t happen because my husband forgot his romantic bone the night he proposed to me. He just gave me a velvety box with ring in it while sitting in the car on Valentine’s Day of 2006 and said “Here”. But even if his proposal wasn’t at all what I have dreamed it to be, he is everything that I have dreamed of in a husband and so much more.
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