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Proposal She was so beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her. I was sitting in a seat in the jazz club. She was on the floor dancing by herself. I didn't know it at the time, but that was her way. She didn't care if someone thought she was strange. She wasn't even going to disagree with them. "If they want to think that way of me, then they are probably right about it," she always said. She moved like water. I can never forget the way she flowed on the dance floor. I knew then and there that my life would be better for saying something to her. I screwed up my courage and then I screwed up my line. She wasn't your average club girl. When I went to speak, she smiled at me. It threw me. No one is ever happy to see a stranger in the jazz club. I knew that she had never even seen me, but she was willing to believe that I was a good person. As it turned out, she was even willing to believe it after this stranger came and sputtered a few random words in her direction. She knew what I needed. She knew that I needed to know her. I don't know why, but I think she thought she needed me too. After a few days, we met in the club again. This time, we came in together. She told me on the internet that she had never been to the club before. I thought it must have been fate, but I guess I'm just a hopeless romantic...or an idiot. Anyway, when we got there I opened the door for her. She giggled a bit, but she didn't complain. She was looking for a good table. She liked to sit near the band. When she found one, she pointed and swayed in her special way. She was really into jazz and I could tell that she was into me too. This was our first date, but she seemed to be falling deeper by the moment. To tell the truth, so was I. We had coffee and danced for what seemed like years. I didn't mind. These were the best years of my life. I could have stayed there with her forever. She looked me in the eyes when they announced the last dance. I could see that she didn't want to take it. We got up and walked out. She led me by the hand to an alley. We kissed for a million days and never let go of each other. We were two parts of the same being and we had finally found each other. We would never let each other go. A millenia passed and we were unweathered. Her arms grew around me like vines. I could never let her go. I was another statue in the stone garden, but she was breathing life into me. We finally stopped to catch our breath. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. We went back to her apartment and sat together. We talked for hours and then she looked deep in my eyes. I could see what we both wanted. Somehow, I knew that it lie beyond her door. I wished her a good night and she kissed me on the cheek, giggling. Weeks went by. My life was full. I couldn't go a second without anticipating what would happen each friday night. She was always so beautiful. It didn't matter what she was wearing, or how much makeup she had on. She was always what I needed to see. I never could go a full week without pulling out the picture we snapped that first night. She always carried a camera with her. She wasn't a photographer, but she held pictures very dear. It wasn't their images, she said, but the memory that would never leave them. I know now that its true. As I stand here, I think back to that first night. The club was packed and it took me a moment to find a way to her. After we met, she took me off to some dark corner and put my arm around her. Before I could tell, she was putting her camera back into her purse. She told me that the picture was probably the worst she ever took. I was never able to see it. She was the most beautiful thing in the world to me then, and still she is more to me than anyone else has ever been. I still know that she is the most beautiful thing on this earth. So here, on this day, I propose marriage to her. Will you complete me? Will you make my life what it couldn't be without you? Will you marry me? -Forthelove |