There’s only so many ways it could have gone, in my mind. A
volcano was not about to suddenly erupt, aliens weren’t going to choose this
moment to invade, no miniscule probability event would occur and ruin this.
She’d either say “Yes, I’ll marry you”, “No, I won’t marry
you” or she’d dither. Those were the three options, and I was prepared for all
three, as I took the knee, pulled out the ring, and asked.
She didn’t say yes.
She didn’t say no.
I suppose you could say her having a heart attack was
dithering, but that’s splitting hairs.
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