Sprawled on her bed, staring at the ceiling while she unconsciously spouting out questions that's been bothering her for a long while;

" I admit
I'm not one that
you can call a beauty.

I am not also that smart.
I procastinate all the damn time,
I'm not hardworking.

So why?
Why did he choose, me.
Over a thousand of better options.
Why did he choose
the always 'no choice, this will do,'
option. "


A voice responded, startling her out her mindless mumbling.

However, when she finally heard the answer to her internal struggle.
She swears upon herself that she have never cried so much, except, when the time, her father choose to leave the family to be with his mistress.


" You're right;

There are more better,
heck! even the best choices to
choose upon, out there.
But it won't do me good, because
you're the only one suited for me.

The one that I feel content with.
Even though we're just having a date
on our small bed.
The only one that I see a future
with. You're the only person, I
wanted to carry my last name. "

Upon saying that, He kneels on the ground. Takes out a tattered small box, showing that he's been keeping it for a long time. He's been planning to do it since who knows when.

" I know that you're insecure over
many things. There's not a time
where you didn't ask me that
question whenever we're together,
even though most of the time you're
not aware of that.

I know that finally settling down
with you, won't completely erase
your worries. But it doesn't matter,
I just wanna ease your burdens
whenever I can.

You often doubt me. Constantly
expecting I'll leave you behind.
Because I found someone else.
Regularly daydreaming; but instead
of happy things, it is me
cheating. You are my little anxious
peanut and a person whose probably
have coffee running through their
very veins, but no matter, I wouldn't
have it any other way. So, will you
marry me? "

In their pajamas, on a messy room
with a broken air conditioning. A
melody that they both like, playing in
the background. The two got
engaged.

© Bashful