I apologize from the deepest core of my heart, for my repetitive diva behavior. What I find most difficult to accomplish is proving my love, because for me, the eyes speak more than the mouth. I don’t often say, “I love you,” but trust me, when I caress your face, my fingers stroking the rugged prickles of your growing beard, or as I gaze intently at you, that is me breathing I love you into your soul. I was outraged for no rational reason, and I knew it was ludicrous of me to banish you from my house. Yet then the door opened and you stood there, a bundle of leaves and thorns in your hands—two pearly white roses, and a red-pink one, flourishing in color and life—and you grinned, ear-to-ear. Guilt swallowed me, and with your infectious smile—and your amusing re-entrance, in which you bent down upon one knee, a rose between your teeth—my lips curved upward, and I laughed, my pitiable anger fleeing from the vibrations of love and affection that flooded the space between us.
That chilly morning, before the sun rose, with the clouds rolling in and the moon falling into a stupor of sleep, we spoke. Sleepiness confused me, but you asked me a question, a simple question, and whether serious or a mere moment of ridiculousness, it enveloped me in a lovely, honey milk sweetness. I felt drunk with bliss, but I pretended to be mature, and shook my head. We’re too young for marriage, and we don’t know ourselves or our true direction in life, so we couldn’t possibly understand each other—not enough to keep that sacred bond of ceremonially matrimony forever and ever, without the dreaded divorce. But the proposal alone, whether genuine or obscure, was enough for me to know that you trust me with your heart. I searched and found your crystalline blue orbs, two blue moons, and you found my warm chocolate eyes, and everything fell into the perfection of silent love. You commented that my eyes were mahogany against the light; I commented that your eyes were beautiful, an intense azure. Eyes speak the truth, and yours were illuminated by love.
