Point of View - Tara
Greg and I had started living together again, and I was out running some errands fo him.
Greg really didn't like me workingor doing things with my injuries, but the doctor said I could continute to work and help normally.
I carried some milk and eggs into the apartment building, and I walked into the musty elevator. When it dropped me off on Greg's floor, I stepped out onto the thin tan carpet that ran through the halls.
I walked over to Greg's big black door, and opened it up.
So much for the eggs...
I dropped the bag that I was holding and my jaw dropped open.
Greg was down on one knee in the living room. There were candles and flowers everywhere.
He knew what I was going to do before! He tricked me! I knew we didn't need any milk...
He held in hs hands a huge diamond on a white-gold band. I laughed nervously and I just stood there in the doorway, in shock. My body and my brain were temporarily disconnected.
"Tara, will you marry me?", he smiled. I couldn't understand how calm he was. I could barely breathe.
"Yes.", I said without even thinking.
The word jumped out of my mouth. When I finally found my feet, I walked over to him and held his hand. I found my voice next, and repeated my answer, this time with tears and smiles.
"Yes, Greg. I will marry you!"