The Box. The stupid, red-velvet covered
Box. Its sleek golden ribbon caught
the light, shimmering as though the
sun itself was captured within, and
its velvety outside glowed with red
radiance. It was the result of four
hours of my sweat, blood and tears,
(mainly sweat) and scouring the
entire city's jewelry shops to find the
perfect one. Never had nervousness
gripped me like this; not when I had
stood on the edge of a 10,000 ft. drop
(albeit with a parachute), not when I
had asked Tina McLeay out in middle
school, not the night before the senior
prom, not the first time Nora smiled
at me, not when I had first met her
parents... The goddamn box.
I snapped out of my reverie as she
walked in and rose to meet her.
"Hey." I whispered against her hair.
"Hi" she smiled and s
