There he stood; tall, broad-shouldered, his blonde-white hair buzzed short and a dorky smile on his face.That grey fedora he loved so much as tipped down to shadow his blue eyes, which sparkled mischievously and hinted at some dastardly scheme. And I loved it.
It wasn't a special date; we were just hanging out.I gazed upon my boyfriend."honey." The way he said made me instantly smile.He looked around
it was pretty crowded with people,I stared at him. What was he doing?! He cleared his throat, gave me a grin,
and opened his arms wide. "honey!" he declared, his voice booming throughout the crowd. "Will you be my Valentine?"
My cheeks turned bright red. The whole crowd was silent,How could he do that to me?! I wanted to hit him,
and yet I wanted to hold him tight. It was sweet, but SO embarrassing!
I stood upclearing my throat and trying to steady my nerves; I never liked being the center of attention.
I put my hands on my hips and gave him a smirk. "Idiot. Did you even have to ask?"
Laughter and cheers came as he hopped off the table and gave me a great big hug, which I happily returned.
"You know," I commented, "That's gonna be hard to beat in the future."
He smiled, and held me close. "Not really. One day I'll propose to you instead." he whispered in my ear.
Is that a promise?" I asked slyly. "I'll never have another Valentine." he assured me.
"Be my Valentine?" he asked once more.
"Always." I responded.