A dream which looked nice
I loved this man. It has been 5 years since I knew I loved him, but I never had the courage to speak this to him. We spoke about lots of things. I knew he was going strong with few women in his life. I felt bad but never uttered a word. The reason was simple I lacked the courage and I never knew what should be told. So I kept shut. He considered me a good friend and spoke about the women in his life. I never felt any hatred towards him but felt pangs of jealousy when he told that. So I decide that I must tell him, irrespective of whatever was his answer.
I was sure that my proposal must be very different. It shouldn’t be very traditional but must have a different approach. I knew I wanted to fall on my knees and ask him for his hands! I decided that I would select the best one from a collection of mens diamond rings and would ask him to get married. The idea looked perfect, and I got a beautiful 18k ring, and was ready for the day. As he was talking to me in the cafeteria, I knelt on my knees, opened the ring box and looked straight into his eyes and asked, “Will you marry me?” and closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes to find myself lying on the floor, in my nightdress! It was a dream and I felt bad about it. There was one nice thing and that was the ring! It looked real fabulous.
