“…And I just want to say that I want to spend the rest of my life doing that with you.” He concluded his monologue, as in slow-mo he hopped down from the podium he’d been standing on, walked up to his Girlfriend and proposed in front of a room full of audience members who had just finished watching the show for the evening. The room went silent, except for the occasional sob, as the Man got down on one knee and asked if She’d marry him. A small “Yes” boomed through the room as everyone erupted into applause. The happy couple embraced and kissed as the band struck a chord and played a love song.
I felt the unbidden tears roll down my cheek as I tried very hard to choke back a sob. That was such a beautiful moment to witness. I felt so unbelievably overwhelmed by how simple and lovely that honesty and courage was, and how it brought the entire room to silence. I tried to reflect on any other time I had seen a live proposal and couldn’t think of any. That was my first one.
I wished that the girl getting kissed and hugged, covered in happy tears: was me. I wished beyond reason that I’d get a call, or a text or an e-mail or that somehow a guy from my past/present/future would come running into the room and, seeing me, come running up and grab me, bundling me up into an embrace before all to see and then tell me the same things I had heard come out of that other guy’s mouth. He loved her. He wasn’t afraid to tell an entire room. He wasn’t afraid of what he felt for her, in fact, he embraced it head on!
I looked around the room at the other teary-eyed girls brushing the salty water from their faces and laughing with embarrassed giggles at how they had all individually “lost it” watching that pure moment of love and happiness. I smiled and laughed along with them. “Yeah, wasn’t that funny? I lost it, too! Haha!”
It wasn’t until I was on the train coming home later that night, when I buried my head in my hands and had a quick sob, did I realize how impossible that moment seemed for me. That was a fairy tale. A blunder, right? A wish that a young girl dreams of as she falls asleep, imagining her prince charming. Yet, there it was: right before me, happening in real time. It happens. I breathed deep and followed the dance song I had blasting in my ears to help drown out the hopelessness I was feeling. Everyone is different, and everyone has a different sunset they ride off into, that’s all… It’s not a matter of hopelessness, just patience and a determination to keep doing what makes me happiest in the meantime.
August 1, 2012 at 5:48 am by Natalie Allen