Chapter 37 The Proposal

• "Andy?" I whisper, a whisper that can only be heard by me and maybe the components of the air surrounding me not more than a centimetre away.
• Andy?
• My greek beauty god, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour, the apple of my eye, my rib, my sweet beloved Andy is right in front of me. I won't say he is standing before me because he is not standing. He is down on one knee, a shining precious jewel dazzling in one hand, his gorgeous dark brown eyes on me, a half-smile on his lips. I am in dreamland, right? I believe I am, and that is why I have to take slow weak steps, driven by confusion towards this man in front of me to confirm whether this is a fairytale. Or a sweet dream. If it is, then I want to live in this moment forever. But if this is real, I will treasure this moment my entire life.