How can you look at me with those deep blue eyes that I’ve looked in and wondered was there ever something?? How can you just stand there like nothings wrong? These are the thought s that passes through my head as he stands in MY KITCHEN and says that we need to talk. I already know what is going to be said “I thought id work but it can’t, id be lying to myself if I tried any longer.” Same old stuff I’ve heard a million times before.
His name by the way is Adam, mines Sophia.
Adam: “Sophia……”
Me: “yea”
Adam: “you know I love you right”
Me: “yea”
Adam: “I have to ask you something” he slips down to one knee and pulls out a ring “Sophia, my love, my heart, will you marry me?”
Me: “O My Gosh”
Adam: “is that a yes”
Me: “YEA”

Guess I was wrong