We went out to the garden after the last waltz and he asked me to marry him. He really thought I'd say yes. And I might have done. It was this time of year. If he'd asked in spring probably I would have said yes. But it was fall, and I thought how there were so many things I could do, and so little time; and if I married him that would be part of all the rest of my time, would change what I could do, make some things real and cut some things off; and how could I be sure that was what I wanted...
Published on June 27, 2010 07:06