" What happened to one, could not happen to another. Otherwise, the moment would not be perfect. It would then be just like in the movies. Scripted. Unoriginal... "
Chapter 4: THE PROPOSAL
She's a hopeless romantic. A known sucker for cheesy, mushy love stories. A believer of knights in shining armor. Of happily ever after.
Growing up, her idea of a perfect proposal would be a candle light dinner for two. That secluded corner of the restaurant. Violin and saxophone on the background. A dinner made special by the man getting down on one knee, while slowly taking out a tiny red velvet box from his pocket. Then reaching out for the woman's left hand asking, "Will you marry me?". With the woman either crying or grinning from one ear to another, surprised and caught offguard. With the man nervously waiting to hear her eager "Yes!". As soon as she does, the man then slowly slides the diamond ring on her left ring finger. Thereafter, a long sweet kiss to complete the magical moment.
So romantic, isn't it? Like every ordinary girl in the world, she too wished for a moment like that in her life. On the contrary, it was not how it happened to her.
His proposal did not come as a surprise at all. He has told her beforehand that he will be proposing to her. He wanted to do it infront of her complete family. So him, being far away, needed her help to make it happen. He wanted that night to be perfect. He planned of secretly putting her ring in his glass of sparkling champagne, and his ring in her glass. He imagined that as everybody finishes their drink, he would then put the ring on her, as she would on him. She, on the other hand, constantly reminded herself never to cry at this moment. It was all well-planned. But it was not quite how it happened. In so many funny ways. The sparkling champagne had to become a red wine. The anticipated cry had to become an uncontrolled giggle. And before proposing a toast and with everyone looking at him with curious eyes, he had to make up a story why he had to put the rings inside the wine glasses.
He didn't have to ask THE question. He would know her answer anyway.
Now that she has grown up, she realized why not every girl's fantasy always comes true. Everyone has his or her own love story. What happened to one, could not happen to another. Otherwise, the moment would not be perfect. It would then be just like in the movies. Scripted. Unoriginal.
He had it his way. That, she believes, is the perfect proposal. And she would not have wanted it any other way.
She's a hopeless romantic. A known sucker for cheesy, mushy love stories. A believer of knights in shining armor. Of happily ever after.
Growing up, her idea of a perfect proposal would be a candle light dinner for two. That secluded corner of the restaurant. Violin and saxophone on the background. A dinner made special by the man getting down on one knee, while slowly taking out a tiny red velvet box from his pocket. Then reaching out for the woman's left hand asking, "Will you marry me?". With the woman either crying or grinning from one ear to another, surprised and caught offguard. With the man nervously waiting to hear her eager "Yes!". As soon as she does, the man then slowly slides the diamond ring on her left ring finger. Thereafter, a long sweet kiss to complete the magical moment.
So romantic, isn't it? Like every ordinary girl in the world, she too wished for a moment like that in her life. On the contrary, it was not how it happened to her.
His proposal did not come as a surprise at all. He has told her beforehand that he will be proposing to her. He wanted to do it infront of her complete family. So him, being far away, needed her help to make it happen. He wanted that night to be perfect. He planned of secretly putting her ring in his glass of sparkling champagne, and his ring in her glass. He imagined that as everybody finishes their drink, he would then put the ring on her, as she would on him. She, on the other hand, constantly reminded herself never to cry at this moment. It was all well-planned. But it was not quite how it happened. In so many funny ways. The sparkling champagne had to become a red wine. The anticipated cry had to become an uncontrolled giggle. And before proposing a toast and with everyone looking at him with curious eyes, he had to make up a story why he had to put the rings inside the wine glasses.
He didn't have to ask THE question. He would know her answer anyway.
Now that she has grown up, she realized why not every girl's fantasy always comes true. Everyone has his or her own love story. What happened to one, could not happen to another. Otherwise, the moment would not be perfect. It would then be just like in the movies. Scripted. Unoriginal.
He had it his way. That, she believes, is the perfect proposal. And she would not have wanted it any other way.
