“Would you still be with me if you knew that our relationship would end in tragedy?” I asked.<\/p>\n
Instead of answering directly, he answered like Dr. Manhattan from the episode where I got that idea from. “Why yes, of course,” he answered in an emotionless voice.<\/p>\n
I wrinkled my nose, but tears slid down my cheeks. “Would you?” I repeated.<\/p>\n
“Don’t all relationships end in tragedy?” he said, mimicking Dr. Manhattan.<\/p>\n
I sighed, but I already knew the answer.<\/p>\n
Just two hours previously, I was vacuuming the bedside table, sweeping all the dust, in an attempt to prepare my sleeping space to better my accommodate my recovery from a cold. Despite the roar, I heard the door open and close.<\/p>\n
It could only be.<\/p>\n
Of course, I had been shaped by videos, stories, books, photos, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. I wanted the flashdance, the surprise, the friends. I always joked about the “Purpose…Proposal” from Avenue Q for years. Until the few moments that I thought that it was going to happen. As we drove from dinner for my birthday, I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up, I discovered that we were at treasure island next to the setting sun. I sat up, alert. Was this it?<\/i> He began, “I know that I don’t know how to express my emotions…”<\/p>\n
I was relieved that it wasn’t. I was relieved that nobody was watching. I was relieved that it wasn’t a spectacle. I was relieved that I wasn’t put on display.<\/p>\n
But the more that it didn’t happen, the more that I constructed a thought for myself. Soon over the years as we navigated challenges and successes, I started to say exactly what I wanted. So much that I (almost) literally wrote it on our annual goals post-it.<\/p>\n
And today, technically yesterday, for weeks, I had decided exactly how and where I wanted. It didn’t quite end up that way due to the noise in the restaurant and our timing.<\/p>\n
So instead on the following day after meandering through the Moma and he left to run an errand (pick up Philz) and I was vacuuming, it happened.<\/p>\n
After vacuuming, I came out to the living room and he acted surprise.<\/p>\n
“Is it\u00e2\u20ac\u201d” I said.<\/p>\n
“I think that I had it in Toad bag,” he said and pulled out the original one.<\/p>\n
“Not a fresh one?”<\/p>\n
Then he pulled out another one. And gave me a deep hug. I started making excited screams and he handed it over to me. I wrinkled my nose and said no, waving my hands.<\/p>\n
“It has to go on!” I said and clarified. “Out of the wrapper.”<\/p>\n
I also waved him to kneel down.<\/p>\n
And then it happened.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Would you still be with me if you knew that our relationship would end in tragedy?” I asked. Instead of answering directly, he answered like Dr. Manhattan from the episode where I got that idea from. “Why yes, of course,” … Continue reading