Page 62 of Something About Us
I stare into his universe-holding eyes and see nothing but love. Nothing but love and the lights of the Eiffel Tower glittering in the distance.
“I’ll stop interrupting you then,” I say and keep my hand on his face as he starts to speak.
“From the moment I met you, there was something about you. Something I didn’t understand for a very long time. But regardless, it was something that helped me become the man I am today. You continue to be that something for me. Something I can’t ever imagine being without. Something that I can’t define, but I don’t want to. It’s easier to just acknowledge that it’s you. You are my something. My someone. I want to do it all with you; the difficult, the easy, the happy, the sad. All of it. For the rest of our lives. I really, really want to be your husband, so please, will you do me the honour of being mine?”
Firstly, I have to remind myself to breathe.
Secondly, I need to wipe away the tears that blur my vision.
And thirdly, I feel a rush of heat travel up my arm, the one with my tattoo. And I believe without a shred of doubt that it’s Maman. She’s here with me.
Finally, I do what that other woman just did. I close the distance between myself and Dion, and I get on my knees in front of him, and bring my other hand to cradle his face.
But unlike that other woman, I don’t shout out yes. Instead, I look into Dion’s sparkling brown eyes, and I say the quietest, loudest ‘yes’ of my life.
Because it’s just for him, just for me. Just us.
THE END
