“Yes, I will marry you.” I pulled out a leaf.
“No, I can't marry you!” I pulled another leaf.
“Yes, I will marry you!” I said as I pulled out the second to the last leaf.
“No, I can't marry you!” the last one said, and I threw the stick away in annoyance.
I repeated the process countless times as I pulled each leave out of the stem. I tried this method as a kid, and it never worked out well. I wonder why I am doing it now.
I was too nervous to sit calmly in the park. My legs shook as I waited for Raphael to meet me in the park.
The cold weather did little to calm me down. I was hot from within as the tension seemed to be too much for me to handle. I don't know how Raphael would react to my proposal.
Along the line, we have talked about marriage. We knew we had a mutual understan
