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So, I gave Morgan a box today. Being it was her birthday it was not totally unexpected.
The note inside, however, was.
Once upon a time, a fool met a beautiful woman.
Because the fool didn’t know what he wanted, or who he wanted it with, he turned away and let her go; competing in games he was neither suited nor destined to win. He got older, and perhaps a bit less foolish, while the woman had her own challenges, adventures, defeats, and victories.
Both changed in different ways, but in time the fool met a stranger. She was smart, she was funny, she was patient, and in time she gently let him know that she was no stranger, but the same woman he had met before.
The fool realized that she was even more beautiful than before, and that he was given the rarest of gifts: A second chance.
Even as life got complicated and painful, he tried his best to keep up, and they managed to be there for each other, getting closer and closer each day.
After a while, the fool realized that this amazing woman was a part of his life, and he did not want to see her go. He could not imagine what life without her would feel like, and did not wish to find out.
But because he was a fool, he thought more about what others did than what he needed to do. He thought about if he could have a better job. He thought about trying to find “perfect” things and “perfect” places. He kept thinking that he needed to have any number of things, and didn’t think about what those things really represented.
A few people tried to straighten his head out, not the least that wonderful woman, but he kept slipping into traps of his own mind’s making, and repeating the patterns of his own foolishness.
But maybe, finally, the fool realized that what matters isn’t a ring. It isn’t a job. It isn’t a stone. It isn’t a box, or a bag, or a gift.
What matters is the trust, the love, the understanding, and the way that each of them had been there for each other, again and again. That they already had, and the more he waited for symbols, the more he acted like what mattered wasn’t as important.
So what he really needed to do was the right thing, and just ask the question that he should have asked months ago, regardless of any symbol, any stuff, or any job.
I love you, Morgan, and I want you to be my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want the chance to see you smile every day, to be there when you need a hug, to wipe away tears, to cook endless meals with you, to sit on the couch, to see the world, to share the good days, the bad days, and the boring days.
Will you please marry me?
She said yes. :)
The note inside, however, was.
Once upon a time, a fool met a beautiful woman.
Because the fool didn’t know what he wanted, or who he wanted it with, he turned away and let her go; competing in games he was neither suited nor destined to win. He got older, and perhaps a bit less foolish, while the woman had her own challenges, adventures, defeats, and victories.
Both changed in different ways, but in time the fool met a stranger. She was smart, she was funny, she was patient, and in time she gently let him know that she was no stranger, but the same woman he had met before.
The fool realized that she was even more beautiful than before, and that he was given the rarest of gifts: A second chance.
Even as life got complicated and painful, he tried his best to keep up, and they managed to be there for each other, getting closer and closer each day.
After a while, the fool realized that this amazing woman was a part of his life, and he did not want to see her go. He could not imagine what life without her would feel like, and did not wish to find out.
But because he was a fool, he thought more about what others did than what he needed to do. He thought about if he could have a better job. He thought about trying to find “perfect” things and “perfect” places. He kept thinking that he needed to have any number of things, and didn’t think about what those things really represented.
A few people tried to straighten his head out, not the least that wonderful woman, but he kept slipping into traps of his own mind’s making, and repeating the patterns of his own foolishness.
But maybe, finally, the fool realized that what matters isn’t a ring. It isn’t a job. It isn’t a stone. It isn’t a box, or a bag, or a gift.
What matters is the trust, the love, the understanding, and the way that each of them had been there for each other, again and again. That they already had, and the more he waited for symbols, the more he acted like what mattered wasn’t as important.
So what he really needed to do was the right thing, and just ask the question that he should have asked months ago, regardless of any symbol, any stuff, or any job.
I love you, Morgan, and I want you to be my wife. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want the chance to see you smile every day, to be there when you need a hug, to wipe away tears, to cook endless meals with you, to sit on the couch, to see the world, to share the good days, the bad days, and the boring days.
Will you please marry me?
She said yes. :)