It's been a big day for me. My
girlfriend visited me for the
weekend, which was great, of course. See, we've managed to keep a
long-distance relationship going for three years now. We see each other whenever possible, which isn't too often, since we're both in
college. This summer, she has an
internship at
John Deere, at a plant merely an hour away from me. I'll be able to see her just about every weekend; I'm taking classes this summer, so projects bar me from seeing her every chance I get.
Last night, I watched her as she slept next to me, her back rising and falling with her breaths, her soft skin in the moonlight, and I realized what love really is. It's not the special occasions, or great orgasms, or dinner at your favorite place. It's the normal, every day moments, the day-to-day humdrum, monotony that is made so much better just because she's there.
I made a decision. I'm taking out a loan. Buying a ring.
I'm going to ask her to marry me.