Christmas Eve, Brandon asked to speak to me in my bedroom. He is Shaking, white in the face; he is scared. I wondered what bad news he was about to share and why on Christmas Eve? He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I could feel his own heart knocking on my chest. His nervousness made me nervous. This bad news, whatever it was had to be extremely bad; what else would make a six foot four grown man's-man tremble? He slid down my body and fell to his knees, what did I do to make him submit to me all the sudden? He seemed to be pleading for something… but what? “Theresa Angela Thacker,” he said while reaching for my hand which was hidden under the cuff of my long-sleaved, over-sized Grunge flannel shirt, pushing up the sleave he placed my hand gently into his callused, construction-working hands, “I love you... and I want to spend the rest of my life with you... will you marry me?” He pulled from his flannel shirt pocket a small, black, velvet box. With his thumb he flipped open the lid like a zippo lighter. Inside nestled in white satin was a little gold ring with a single diamond perched on top. I smiled and stretched my fingers out for him to slide it on “Yes” I told him “I will marry you!” he stood up and wrapped his big arms around me, with a big happy grunt he hoisted me up off the ground so my clunky, Black, Doc Marin combat boots dangled heavy at the bottom of my scrawny adolescent legs. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his heart still knocking on my chest, "Oh Theresa you have no idea how happy you have made me!" He cheerfully said with a muffled voice. He was overwhelmed with joy and now crushing me. I wasn’t feeling how I always imagined I would feel when I got proposed to. Here was a tall, dark, and handsome man with movie star looks asking me to marry him and I wasn’t happy or sad, I was just still and in shock of my answer. I held him silently for a moment as he softly slid me down his brawny body. Still holding him with my cheek pressed to his chest, I belted out a big fake cry of happiness. He held me tighter and so I fake cried more. When he pulled back to see me and greet my watery eyes with his... I twirled quickly away and rushed to the restroom with fake sniffles crying “I have to get some tissue!”
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
I Was 17 He Was 24. And Here We Are 6 Months Of Dating....
Christmas Eve, Brandon asked to speak to me in my bedroom. He is Shaking, white in the face; he is scared. I wondered what bad news he was about to share and why on Christmas Eve? He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. I could feel his own heart knocking on my chest. His nervousness made me nervous. This bad news, whatever it was had to be extremely bad; what else would make a six foot four grown man's-man tremble? He slid down my body and fell to his knees, what did I do to make him submit to me all the sudden? He seemed to be pleading for something… but what? “Theresa Angela Thacker,” he said while reaching for my hand which was hidden under the cuff of my long-sleaved, over-sized Grunge flannel shirt, pushing up the sleave he placed my hand gently into his callused, construction-working hands, “I love you... and I want to spend the rest of my life with you... will you marry me?” He pulled from his flannel shirt pocket a small, black, velvet box. With his thumb he flipped open the lid like a zippo lighter. Inside nestled in white satin was a little gold ring with a single diamond perched on top. I smiled and stretched my fingers out for him to slide it on “Yes” I told him “I will marry you!” he stood up and wrapped his big arms around me, with a big happy grunt he hoisted me up off the ground so my clunky, Black, Doc Marin combat boots dangled heavy at the bottom of my scrawny adolescent legs. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, his heart still knocking on my chest, "Oh Theresa you have no idea how happy you have made me!" He cheerfully said with a muffled voice. He was overwhelmed with joy and now crushing me. I wasn’t feeling how I always imagined I would feel when I got proposed to. Here was a tall, dark, and handsome man with movie star looks asking me to marry him and I wasn’t happy or sad, I was just still and in shock of my answer. I held him silently for a moment as he softly slid me down his brawny body. Still holding him with my cheek pressed to his chest, I belted out a big fake cry of happiness. He held me tighter and so I fake cried more. When he pulled back to see me and greet my watery eyes with his... I twirled quickly away and rushed to the restroom with fake sniffles crying “I have to get some tissue!”
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This is a very interesting story. It's hard to imagine being put in this situation at such a young age.
ReplyDeleteWere you mature for your age? I ask because I have a hard time understanding why a 24 year old would want to take on such responsibility with a partner that is so new to love and still in high school.