MY ♥BEAUTIFULIFE♥

When his eyes met mine, I felt something click, like a key turning in a lock. Believe me, I’m no romantic, and while I’ve heard all about love at first sight, I’ve never believed in it, and I still don’t. But even so, there was something there, something unrecognizably real, and I couldn’t look away.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

‘do you love me?’ i asked her. she smiled. ‘yes.’ ‘do you want me to be happy?’ as i asked her this i felt my heart beginning to reace. ‘of corse i do.’ ‘will you do something for me then?’ she looked away, sadness crossing her features. ‘i dont know if i can anymore.’ she said. ‘but if you could, would you?’ i cannot adequately describe the intensity of what i was feeling at that moment. love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness i was feeling. jamie looked at me curiously any my breaths became shallower. suddenly i knew that id never felt as strongly for another person as i did at that moment. as i returned her gaze, this simple realization made me wish for the millionth time that i could make all this go away. had it been possible, i would have traded my life for hers. i wanted to tell her my thoughts, but the sound of her voice suddenly silenced the emotions inside me. ‘yes’ she finally said, her voice weak yet somehow still full of promise. ’ i would.’ finally getting control of myself i kissed her again, then brot my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. i marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness i saw in her eyes. even now she was perfect. my throat began to tighten again, but as i said, i knew wat i had to do. since i had to accept that it was not within my power to cure her, what i wanted to do was give her something that shed wanted. it was wat my heart had been telling me to do all along. jamie, i understood then, had already given me the answer id been searching for, the answer my heart needed to find. shed told me outside mr. jenkins office, the night wed asked him about doing the play. i smiled softly, and she returned my affection with a slight squeeze of my hand, as if trusting me in wat i was about to do. encouraged, i leaned closer and took a deep breath. when i exhaled, these were the words that flowed with my breath. ‘will you marry me?’