Proposal for Change

So it had finally come to this…..she always wondered how it would happen, and she had known for a long time that it would. Somehow, though, she had always suspected there would be some sort of warning, something that would clue her in before it all took place because he knew how she hated surprises: they were never good. “Just a drive,” he had said, and he had managed to do this….knock her to her knees even as she sat in the seat beside him looking directly into his face while the sun’s last light reflected off the lake before them. She wasn’t sure why the tears were rolling down her checks: she had always known this was coming, but she couldn’t stop the flow, the emotion, the uncontrollable need to hold on to him. So she didn’t even try to stop them, and grabbed him, holding tightly, her body shaking from the sobs now escaping as the tears fell heavily on his shoulder and neck, and between sobs she was able to say the only words she could. “Yes, I will marry you.”