HAPPY ANNIVERSARY. I stared at the candy-colored cake I ordered from a cakes-and-pastry shop in the city. I checked the time. 11:45 pm. 15 minutes before our anniversary.
Melvin, who at that time was probably busy preparing his patient's medicines for 12 o'clock, had no idea about what I have planned for our special day. I was planning on surprising him with a special delivery the moment the clock strikes twelve and the date changes. I know he loves surprises and he knows I'm the kind who'd do that thing.
Suddenly, I asked myself, “Is he really worth my love? Can I even trust him?”
Here I go again, acting like a K9, sniffing at something that's really never there. I was raised by mom like that and I couldn't blame her...being on guard at all times was my only choice after seeing the life of a single parent unfold before my eyes. My mom has always been so strong and composed but I know that there will always be something that's missing in her life. At an anniversary party we both attended, I looked at my mom and thought I saw a flicker of tears in her eyes but I looked away so I wouldn't see it. I was just so afraid of seeing her break. It was as if I'd break too.
For years, I've based my decisions on facts but never on intuition. I consider every event in my life to be life-changing and so I always have to think about the pros and cons before I actually do something, even if it's just giving a cake to my long-time boyfriend. Because of this, I have been pretty much unhappy all my life. Thinking about the downsides more than the plus made me reluctant to give in to happiness. I've always been scared of being too happy because I was taught that balance of nature requires a downpour after a sunny day.
Meeting Melvin changed all that. He understood the way I thought and behaved. He became not just my boyfriend, but my bestfriend, brother and dad as well. He's the only person who listens to my every word. The only man who has ever protected me the way I would have wanted my real dad to protect me and Mom. He's the only person—apart from my mom, of course—who tells me the truth even if it does hurt a bit. Looking back now, I guess he has hurt me many times but it only made me tougher and happier in the long run. Above all that, he helped me become less inhibited and ready to experience joy by living in the moment.
I checked the time again. 11:56. The lift opened before me and I knew I just have to do it. I silently made my way to the nurses' station where Melvin is. He greeted me with a smile and to my surprise, he pulled out something from his pocket before I could even say anything.
“Will you marry me?” was all he said and I knew I had to succumb to happiness again.