DISCLAIMER: Christopher Nolan owns Inception, I just own the piano. Review please!
NOTE- SUGGESTIONS AND IDEAS FOR THE STORY ARE WONDERFUL. I am running out of them! Don't forget, it's not all in chronological order.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
I was 18. Young and stupid. I was convinced of love and all the stupid things it brought.
My girlfriend Sarah said she loved me, but she lied.
We were at her parent's house, in their music room. They had this piano that they displayed proudly in the centre of the room. Kind of superficial.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
I turned her around by the waist to face me. "Will you marry me?"
She froze for a moment. I waited for an answer, wishing I hadn't of asked. The moment seemed like a year.
"...Yeah."
I was happy. Too happy to see the signs. I picked her up and kissed her for a while, before letting her back down again. "I'll make you happy forever."
She plastered a smile on her face. "Promise?"
"I swear on it. I want to love you for the rest of my life. Shall we tell your parents?"
"No!" I looked at her, confused. She paused for a beat. "I mean...let's tell them tomorrow, when they're less busy."
"Oh...ok."
At that point I didn't care. I was too deluded with this ridiculous obsession with happiness and love. I had this perfect life in mind.
But life is far from perfect.