On a moonlit night, as they drank a middling at best white wine, he professed his love to her, and asked to spend the rest of his life with her.
It was not a poetic speech, although the stammers and grunts as he tried to collect his thoughts during it did give it a slight scat singing aspect.
He repeated himself, he mangled the quotes he used, and the presentation of the ring was without any real showmanship.
But it was heartfelt, and true, and the most important thing he could say, to her.
She just wished she could accept.
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