"Do you still want to marry me? Would you live just to know I love you? Would you live for me? Would you be by my side every step of the way, even when I'm old, you're old, and we can barely even take a s**t without the aid of a nurse? Would you be there every night I went to sleep as every morning I awoke? Would you be willing to live the rest of your life with a man whose title will put you at risk everyday for the rest of your life? Would you let me love you?"
He's proposed again, this time not on his one knee as I'm against a wall, my legs wrapped around his hips, and his eyes looking straight into mine.
Would I? Would I give my life to be his? Would I give up my freedom to be tied down to a man who the media loves and enemies will want to target? Am I ready to say yes another time?
