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Proposal

“I love you, " I said.

Two years in the future I heard you say “I love you too”.

I hesitated. That moment of panic must have flashed in my eyes as you seemed to tense up. You shifted uncomfortably.

I tried to make up for it. Added abruptly: “You are in every breath I take, in every note I hear, in every–”

Two years in the future you interrupted me to say: “You are in every breath I take, in every note I hear, in every bite I eat.”

You stole my line? That was not the ending I had had in mind.

You let out a loud sigh, crossed your arms.

“I don’t think this is working out, John.”

I listened for the future you. Two years in the future I heard you say “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re not going to say anything?” you added.

I listened for the future you. “It fits perfectly!”

I couldn’t say a word. You just shook your head and left without saying goodbye.

As you slammed the door, two years in the future I heard you say “Of course I’ll marry you!”

“George.”

I got off my knee and reached for the remote.

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