...in a muffled deep-voiced mumble, he is barely audible, but the seriousness, hope, and light in his eyes, speak more than the words--silence, endless it seems draws on for almost 2 seconds as thoughts began to form of rejection: "O dear God what would I say, do I play it off as the puppy-faced mess of pity, the jerk who leaves curtly, two stab her in the back, is it possible these are my only two...but then she smiles and his mind goes absolutely blank of everything and for a millisecond he stares, and finding no fault in all he sees, he now re-enters his state of perpetual anxiety as he wonders what she sees, knowing how many imperfections could be named in a moment with his face and body now quite close to her. She nods her head giggling, as sweat begins to congeal on his forehead.-----"Crap, i hadn't thought about this possibility", he nods his head now looking like a total idiot mumbling something in inane gibberish fumbling around so self-conscious and embarrassed he would go to a Grizzly bear for comfort. She hugs him, doing all of its magic, and then skips off smiling turning around to share her gorgeousness and gives the sexiest wave he's ever seen still beaming--he smiles blissfully than melts. She turns once more as his gaze still has not faltered as her golden hair dances off the sunset's drowsy rays. He will recall this situation for days-years-and likely the rest of his life, and while maybe he will come to grips that his awkwardness was inevitable and that all that mattered was that the girl he mumbled these words too was now the woman in his arms. But one question, would haunt him- unanswered for the remainder of his stead. Why me- How did I get so lucky that every morning she is still here sleeping beside me taking comfort in my arms- that she stays- that she loves me despite all my imperfections and failures, and further still, let's me love her.
