A/N: This is your second last chance to review – make the most of it, and let me know what you think! :)
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 7:05 pm
Subject: Sigh…
Sometimes it really irritates me that it's so hard to stay mad at you. :(
But in all seriousness, thank you for letting me know what was going on. When I'm worrying about you getting bored with me already, and thinking I'll lose my best friend and boyfriend all at once if you decide to get rid of me, it's particularly welcome to hear 'I love you' and 'this is it'.
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 7:07 pm
Subject: Well?
You didn't answer my question – shall we go out now?
To: jerry. knight at gmail. com
From: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 7:08 pm
Subject: Re - Well?
What, right now, this second?
To: queen_of_the_castle at hotmail. com
From: jerry. knight at gmail. com
Time Sent: Wed, August 15, 2010 at 7:08 pm
Subject: Hmm, yes, now
This very second. Leave your laptop, don't get changed, don't do your hair. Let's do something cutesy like bring our own tablecloth and candles to the local Subway, and then I can tell you about your six smiles, and how you pierce my soul (in addition to bewitching me body and soul and causing me to stutter out my love for you – though I'm not sure of the technical aspects of that; piercing the soul doesn't render bewitching it impossible, does it? Also NB: I did not give you leave to pierce my body; making this clear just so there are no accidents), and we can of course discuss how I've given you my heart so you'd better not give me a pen in return, and if we have time to get around to it, I can let out one of those hilarious noises Emma Thompson makes when she finds out Hugh Grant loves her in Sense and Sensibility (beats me how this makes you cry every time).
And of course, upon our return we'll lay down a tarp and a blanket on the lawn and stargaze (provided it doesn't rain – and it never does rain when one wishes to have a romantic evening stargazing session).
You have my word that if the opportunity presents, I will announce my love for you over the loudspeakers at a stadium of some huge game.
Also, if you want, I'll put my new college ID card on a lanyard and place it around your neck just so I can tell you that you look good wearing my future.
In addition, I warn you that throughout the evening, no matter what question you ask me, I will only answer 'As you wish' and give you an intensely soppy look (context be damned: 'Jerry, what's the time?' -'As you wish.' 'I didn't think Subway by candlelight would taste this good, did you?' -'As you wish.' And so on).
Oh, and just for the record, you can be certain that there will be no garlic whatsoever in our food.