His eyes widened, his heartbeat like a bass drum, sounding and echoing within him. Valentine's hands were also cold, clammy, and then he slipped the ring on her. He wondered, would it be a good time. He had thought so.
His head neared hers, His eyes closed. It was funny, they had only known each other for two months, one of those months had been a friendship month, while the other was getting to know her internally. Wasn't that the way for all things to be in love? Wasn't a date just a test for marriage? Wasn't there only a need for one date? Was love different back in the 1700's than it is now? Was it shallower, or have we gotten shallower?
He had not cared, all he knew was that he loved her, and that kiss of closure was coming now. Love, what an amazingly autonomous aspect of life. His lips were going to purge with hers.
His head neared hers, His eyes closed. It was funny, they had only known each other for two months, one of those months had been a friendship month, while the other was getting to know her internally. Wasn't that the way for all things to be in love? Wasn't a date just a test for marriage? Wasn't there only a need for one date? Was love different back in the 1700's than it is now? Was it shallower, or have we gotten shallower?
He had not cared, all he knew was that he loved her, and that kiss of closure was coming now. Love, what an amazingly autonomous aspect of life. His lips were going to purge with hers.