I'm so, so sorry about the delay. I forget about it and I'm lazy…Enjoy this. I might make a second story with this if you're interested just review and say so. If you like this story, check out my others. My friend, no1nosme, is an awesome writer too so check out her stories. Alright, I'll shut up.
I knew exactly what I had to do that night. It has been year since we've seen each other, but it felt so right. She smiled at me, "Alvin," she called, snapping me out of my trance. She giggled, "Oh, sorry," I apologized. "I love you so much, Brittany," I declared, staring at her in awe. She smiled her beautiful, perfect smile, and responded, "I love you so much too, Alvie." I hated that nickname, but loved it. Everything about Brittany was perfect, her smile, her laugh, her personality, and her looks. She was an angel. She is an angel. She's my angel, she saved me. Those tough times in the camp, I knew I could always look to my angel. I stroked her cheek gently as we looked at the night sky together. It was a full moon; the sky was full of stars. It was the perfect night to do it. I looked in her ice blue eyes. I was almost too scared to interrupt her. I took a deep breath in then out. "Brittany?" I questioned nervously. "Yes?" she sighed dreamily. I took her hand in mine, "Brittany, that first day you helped me on that camp, I knew you were different. I knew I loved you. That day we met again at the memorial, it was fate. We were meant to be together forever. I can describe one moment with you as heaven. I love you and you love me, there's only one thing left to do. Hold each other and never let go." At this point I got down on one knee. "Brittany Alexandra Miller, will you marry me?" She gasped and stood there, breathless. I waited patiently, but on the inside I was nervous, scared out of my mind, and excited. She nodded vigorously, happy tears welling up in the corners of those beautiful eyes. I slipped a diamond ring on her finger. She pulled me up by my shirt and kissed me passionately with an iron grip on me. I returned the kiss with the same passion. I sighed happily; this was my dream to be with the perfect woman. Brittany Miller was it. I guess this was it. I guess this was the sweet, honest taste of freedom.