Heartbeats

You know, the very first time that I saw you all those years ago, you made one heck of an impression on me.

You cut a striking figure in the spandex crowd with your violet lips, white streak and that gloomy look on your face.

Not to mention the beauty you were hiding in those baggy clothes and bad makeup.

You were wearing spiked armour and venturing alone out into a corner of the battlefield. You were brave, reckless. You were like wildfire- born to flourish and blossom, never to be contained.

I saw the way you stared into my eyes as I slipped you that golden card. You tilted your face towards mine, and I swore you took my breath away under my poker face.

The next time we met, you were unconscious on that cargo train heading towards my hometown. I was turning over my plan in my head, my stomach in knots as I weighed the consequences of hurting you against my blood ties to my father. I didn't want to do it, you know. I really never intended for you to find out. It was better if you knew nothing. You'd be safe.

Soon, I began staking you out.

I wanted to know more about you. What was your favourite band? Do you like cayenne pepper?

Had you thought of me ever since that crazy but fateful joyride to Louisiana?

I ran into you at that cafe. You trailed behind the one named Kitty. She was going on and on about something, but you kept your head down with a private little smile, musing over deeper sentiments.

You must have been psychic. You looked up at the same moment that I was contemplating going over, saying hey and risking having my face shoved into a wall. Your line of sight was trained on me. I was lost in your silvery-jade orbs again.

They held me captivated and I didn't want to look away.

You know what happened next.

I am not at all ashamed to admit that I was stalking you extensively. Not in a creepy way.

Alright, fine, I was definitely acting creepy. Freaking you out was worth it, though. Because somehow, we began to date.

I hadn't even realized I was in love until I kissed you full on the mouth and passed out smiling. And, as they say, that was that.

This is scaring the hell out of me.

I'm kneeling in front of you with a sparkling engagement ring in my hand, watching your face and hoping against hope that you'll say yes.

Your lips part, in preparation for saying something that will change the course of my life and possibly break my heart.

What's your response? Will you marry me?

Thanks for reading~