Chapter 63: Chapter 63: Amelia's Point a view
Amelia‟s Point a view
It had been a few hours since John had left the bedroom after cleaning my injuries. I knew that I should have tried to talk to him about the proposal but I was not feeling very good.
I had not told John so that he would not worry as much, but I was almost positive that I had some internal injuries.
I figured the storm would only last a few hours tops; that was how these storms usually worked. Then I would tell him that I loved him.
Being in this situation made me notice that with a track record like mine, I should live life to the fullest.
I began to feel very tired again and decided that I need to rest my eyes, only for a few minutes at least.
The third person Point a view
The storm did not last a few hours. It raged on for five days. Amelia slowly got better; she could walk around the house unaided now. Her legs were not broken as John had predicted but were heavily bruised.
They both spent most of their time together, however, neither one of them approached the topic of marriage or weddings. Both had wanted to talk of it, but neither was brave enough. They were content in just being each other at this point. That is until now…
Amelia‟s Point a view
I stood outside the door to the study a nervous wreck. The actual room held no significant emotions for me. It was the man in the room in Question. I had been somewhat the past few days that had passed but the happy haze was now receding and all I wanted was to throw myself into John‟s arms and tell him how much I loved him.
Before I would marry him until we had sorted out all our feeling and talked about the events that have plagued us since I was seventeen years old. It was an eternity ago, but I remember it all like it was yesterday.
When all had been said and done I had noticed that I had loved John since he stole my first kiss as small children and the love I felt for him was not the type of love to vanish overnight or the love that is lust and is sated after a few „close encounters‟. It was the romance novel, happily ever after; knees go weak, heart speeding up, rose-colored haze, love-struck forever and eternity type of love. John was my „one‟.
The last few days had proved this to me. The idea of us being a happy family with the white picket fence no longer was a dream in the distance. It was here and now. I felt courage swell up within me as I knocked on the thin wooden door.
"It is open" called out John; I walked in and smiled at the scene that was waiting for me. John was sitting in an armchair reading a worn novel, his legs were drawn up on the chair and his face held a genuine smile. It was almost a shame to bother him and was a Kodak moment if any time there was one.
"Sorry I did not mean to bother you" I replied meekly, making my way into the room. I noticed that the fire had been lit and the room had a romantic glow. He put the book aside and smiled.
"Never if it is you" "John I was wondering if I could talk to you about something and me kind of want you to be open-minded about it..." I said letting what I had said settle in.
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