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What More Could I Ask?

Happiness and elation carried through the warm night air as the locusts buzzed in the darkness all around us. Two years and five months later, she and I were still very much in love. I never thought I would be able to say the words "I love you," with such sincerity and emotion behind them. We were both still young, but I found myself caught up being with her and loving her so much. I never thought in a million years that I would find someone like this. Someone that I, Mr. OCD-nit-picky-Man, would find perfect. I can think back now and see myself looking at girls and seeing all of these flaws in their looks and personalities. When I met Rachal it was the same way. I looked at her and saw countless flaws, but there was something in the flaws that I saw that made me want to be around her that much more.

Though she and I were still young I had recently made a decision that I knew would change the course of our relationship. Depending on how she responded I knew that the relationship would either get better, or it would fall apart this night. For weeks before this date I spent hours upon hours working out how I was going to do this. How I was going to do this right, and romantically. I wanted to propose to the woman I loved in the best way possible, because I wanted to leave her with a memory that she would never forget. I wanted to do it on a night where the two of us would be nothing but happy, and where we would have the night to ourselves. No family and no friends to interrupt.
I chose this certain date because it was halfway between our birthdays. Hers was in February and mine was in April, so I decided to do this in mid-March. I scheduled a date for us to go somewhere special to grab a bite to eat and see a movie: The Boardwalk. My plan was for us to go for a walk after the movie and find a quiet place to just be together and stare out at the river. Everything was set up perfectly in my mind. I knew when I would do all of this and how I was going to do all of this.
The movie let out at about 8:30 and we went for our walk. The sky was still slightly lit up so we could see out over the river a good ways, still. We walked along the guard-rail in silence, my arm around her waist and hers around mine. I looked at her and she was smiling, looking back at me. I loved to look at her because I knew she was always smiling, and whenever she was smiling I felt the need to smile, myself. I love being with her. I loved her.
We silently made our

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