Denver Briggs

He grew up in a small town, working on his family’s farm since he was old enough to walk, and continuing until he moved out. His parents taught him to help others when possible, but “I love you” was not said with words, instead with actions. But he knew his parents loved him. Middle school came around and they moved into town. Quiet, smart, with the kindest heart. A smile that could bring the toughest man to his knees. A laugh that broke every wall he had ever built. He knew then that he needed them and they’ve been together since. Through middle and high school, through him graduating welding school and them graduating college, almost 10 years now. He hasn’t proposed, their friends and family asking nonstop now. He loves them. More than anything. But feelings and emotions are hard. He sometimes can’t even say those three words to their face when they look up at him with that heart melting smile. They’ve never complained of not having a ring but he can see in their eyes the uncertainty and pain starting to fester. Every Friday is date night, a way to keep their life exciting. He comes home, changes into his one nice pair of jeans and button up shirt and they wear a simple date outfit. This Friday, they come out of the bathroom and he stands from sitting on the couch, turning to them. “Are you read—“. He sees them and he stops mid sentence. His breath hitches and he can’t swallow his throat is so dry. A picture perfect view of them. They’re not just wearing jeans this time. Black fabric drapes over them, accenting their curves. He knew in that moment, he had been wasting so much time. He had to propose. He couldn’t risk not seeing that sight again, even more so, he couldn’t risk someone else seeing them like that. That black fabric has his eyes black with desire. He slowly walks up to them and they do a slow turn, smiling that heart melting smile. “Do you like it?”