Josh just kept going on and on and on - about getting married, and buying a house; and how his mother had been bugging him, and he thought we should fly to Florida to tell her in person, but he didn't know if it was safe for me to fly; and have I been feeling okay; and would my folks be happy; and four bedrooms because he never told me, but he felt like an only child and was very lonely growing up and he would like to have a big family, if that were okay with me; and definitely Harvard; and we should raise our children in both our religions and let them decide when they were old enough; and have I seen a doctor yet, because I really need to slow down and take care of myself; and how he thought he wasn't ready, but he thought long and hard about it while he was giving me time to get used to it, and he was really, really ready and excited and so happy.
And. He. Loves. Me.
After he declared his love for me, Josh gave me a small, white fuzzy teddy bear; with a diamond ring hanging from the intertwined pink and blue ribbons looped around its neck.
My heart shattered.
I quietly told him I had chosen to exercise my right to Choice.
