The Proposal
This box once held a picnic basket, still sandy from their last lazy afternoon at Ocean Beach. They sat cross-legged, sharing cold fries and warm wine, watching the sun dip behind the waves. When he pulled the ring from his jacket, she didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. She just grinned, because…of course. She had known since their first date, when he ordered dessert before dinner and made her laugh until her cheeks hurt. Sometimes love isn’t a question at all - it’s just finally saying out loud what you’ve both known all along.
This box once held a picnic basket, still sandy from their last lazy afternoon at Ocean Beach. They sat cross-legged, sharing cold fries and warm wine, watching the sun dip behind the waves. When he pulled the ring from his jacket, she didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. She just grinned, because…of course. She had known since their first date, when he ordered dessert before dinner and made her laugh until her cheeks hurt. Sometimes love isn’t a question at all - it’s just finally saying out loud what you’ve both known all along.
This box once held a picnic basket, still sandy from their last lazy afternoon at Ocean Beach. They sat cross-legged, sharing cold fries and warm wine, watching the sun dip behind the waves. When he pulled the ring from his jacket, she didn’t gasp. She didn’t cry. She just grinned, because…of course. She had known since their first date, when he ordered dessert before dinner and made her laugh until her cheeks hurt. Sometimes love isn’t a question at all - it’s just finally saying out loud what you’ve both known all along.