THE PROPOSAL

"Andy?" I whisper, a whisper that can only be heard by me and maybe the components of the air surrounding me not more than a centimetre away.

Andy?

My greek beauty god, my prince charming, my knight in shining armour, the apple of my eye, my rib, my sweet beloved Andy is right in front of me. I won't say he is standing before me because he is not standing. He is down on one knee, a shining precious jewel dazzling in one hand, his gorgeous dark brown eyes on me, ...