Will you?
*in the future*
Prologue:
Mark and you have been in a relationship for almost 8 years. It's a long time but both of you are happy with each other.
Story:
Mark's POV
We have been dating for a while now, for years, for 8 to be exact. Well today is our 8 year anniversary. I'm trembling in fear as to what she is gonna say. I saved up to take her to a fancy restaurant. I made the reservation and the rest is really up to me.
"You are gorgeous"
As I saw her walking down the staircase in front of her house my heart couldn't help but skip a beat or two.
"Thank you Markie, you're so handsome in that tux"
Just an hour ago guys were convincing me to wear this saying it's perfect for an occasion like this.
"What's that in your pocket Mark?"
She noticed the special thingy I was carefully carrying in my pocket. I couldn't lose it, anxious, I was checking my pocket every minute.
"Umm.... nothing"
She could obviously see I'm lying but she just nodded and smiled. When we arrived at the restaurant we were sited by this very nice man.
The anxiety started to kick even worse and I was getting more nervous any minute.
As the dinner progressed we laughed and talked. The night was coming to it's end. I grabbed her wrists and look into her beautiful deep eyes. I remembered why I loved her, all this good memories we had over the years before I knelled down right in front of her. I watched her eyes glimmer and shine, even tear up a little bit. I took out a box that I've been keeping in my pocket the whole night.
"Will you be mine, forever?"
Her eyes were over filled with joy and excitement, as she hugged me she said:
"Yes, a million times yes"