I walk into our rotting, cramped, musty, one room apartment, a huge diamond ring in my pocket, and a beautiful speech planned in my head. I see you sleeping on the moth eaten couch, and a book for your job open next to you. I whisper softly. I’m so sorry for this… you deserve so much better than me… I gently pick you up bridal style, holding you close and swaying slightly with you, waiting for you to wake up.
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