Just a few musings on what could have been going through Matthews mind on that night.
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Perhaps it was the softly falling flakes that gently settled upon her hair, each as unique as she, each beautiful as it glided gently down to the crisp ground below. Or maybe it was the moon serene in its luminosity as it bore its unyielding light down upon her. Or possibly the smell of fresh wood as it popped and crackled its last breath in the glowing fireplace, relenting only under protest to provide its warmth to the cold room.
I reasoned that it could have been a unity of all these things, a collaboration of inanimate beings bearing down upon me to highlight the folly of my ways. I argue that I knew myself a fool before these events. I conclude that is the reason I am already here so close to finding the reason for my being here on earth.
Each of my senses seems on high alert, my mind processing each detail.
I hear each tiny particle crunch passively under my feet as I step towards her. I see the beauty of the light as it plays off of the plains and contours of her face, I notice how each small beam dances across her skin highlighting the porcelain shade and making her seem almost ethereal. I see the long slender fingers grace across the small bumps created upon her arms, a product of the crisp yet clean air outside.
I know my voice sounds sure yet the sound that emerges seems to me out of my control. Each small moment passes in a millisecond yet seems to drag over an eternity for my mind is focused only on the end product of my previous decision. The question plays itself over and over in my head whilst I manage to keep up a string of coherent sentences.
I feel the dropping of temperature as the snow begins to melt through my trouser knee. I am aware of the expensive satin which adorns her hand as my own trembling fingers caress the silky material. My mind seems to spin out of my control until it loses itself completely able to focus only on one word. One word that completes me, one word that is my now and forever, one word that has stopped my world and then sent it spinning faster than I can comprehend.
She said yes.