Elvis
"I used to," I said. "Not anymore. What about you?"
"I believe in love." She shrugged. "I'm just not very lucky with it."
She said it simply, like someone who had accepted a thing without fully being done with it. Before she turned back to the screen, I caught the sadness sitting in her eyes briefly.
Then a scene in the film made her laugh, and just like that, she was fully back, giggling over some engagement scene playing out on screen, her popcorn nearly tipping from the bowl in her lap.
I watched her and said nothing.
My mind drifted on its own to Paris, the night I proposed. The Tower lit behind us, a musician nearby, the ring in my palm, and Emily's face when I went down on one knee, that look a man hopes for when he's about to hand his whole life to his soul mate.
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