He walked ahead of me on this moist path. The rain trickled down his face, and he liked it because it hid his tears.
“We don’t need to cry anymore.” I told him.
“Baby, let me love you. I need you more than anything right now.” He tells me.
“I need you, too.” And I finally told him the truth. It took me long enough. He enfolds me in his freckled arms, tracing kisses up my neck and over my lips to my cheek.
“Do you trust me yet?” He had asked me this all week and I was afraid to say no. Again.
“Y-yes.” He had set down the umbrella. We were drenched from the rain, and even though we felt cold from the rain, we both felt so warm in each others arms.
“I love you.” He whispers in my ear and places a kiss on my neck.
“I love you, too.” This kind of commitment was something I would have to get used to.
He got down on one knee.
“Baby?” Tears well up in my eyes, “Will you marry me?”
“Y-yes.” I would really have to get used to this kind of commitment.