My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie She said yes. We're engaged. We're getting married. I don't think the story needs to get any more detailed than that. This week's prompt was from me. Because I got engaged. No, for real. I'm engaged. I'm getting married. I proposed to her and she said yes. Life is awesome.

Everything now is crystal clear. The past, the present, and the future. Everything down to the jewels she wears. The smiles she bears. The way she cares. I cannot be with another. Not one day, not one month, not one year. She is the perfect ending to my sentence. She is, in fact, the entire phrase. One I cannot force recognition or credit for. She is my pulse. She is mo chuisle. And that will never change.