The sun is just touching the tree tops. In her hand is a rose, in his mind are all the words he ever wanted her to hear. He lets the wind blow through his hair and takes her free hand. She beams at him with cheeks that are rosy from the wine and the wind and she places a kiss on the back of his hand. It leaves the faintest mark of red.
“I love you Martin.”
“And I love you.” He stops in the middle of the empty square and places both hands on the sides of her face and kisses her, pouring all of him in to her heart, so he never loses it. She leans back after an eternity with her arms around his neck to look into his eyes.
“Marry me.”
“Are you proposing Sandra?”
“I’m never going to leave you, no matter how hard you try. I want to wake up every stressful morning next to you. For the rest of my life.”
He kisses her cheeks and whispers in her ear.
“I want dance with you under the stars.”
“Is that a yes?”
“If you dance with me.” He pulls her closer again and starts swaying. “I will love you until the last breath leaves my soul. I will walk all your dirty dogs, and even let you win a petty fight sometime. I will buy you flowers that say I’m sorry and forgive me and I will love you with every fiber, cell and quark of my body. Of course it’s a yes.”