“I love you,” Skyspook said as we were about to get out of the car.
I looked at him and smiled.
“Wow,” he said. “There’s no doubt on your face. You believe me. You’re just letting yourself enjoy it.”
Is it because of the ring he gave me? It’s hard to believe a piece of jewelry would instill such faith. And yet, the proposal has filled me with such self-confidence and hope.
It’s more likely the ritual. Just as the judge’s words on Tuesday had been like some exotic legal spell releasing me from my former obligations, Skyspook taking my hand down by Lake Erie, sharing his feelings about me, and telling me he wanted very much to marry me worked their own magic. “You’re a rare person,” his actions said. “I love you. I don’t want to live without you.”
It’s been a hell of a year, and this is exactly what I need right now.