Personal Narrative- Marriage Proposal Essay

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Personal Narrative- Marriage Proposal

There is a knock, quick and steady, upon the hotel room door. Almost 8:30. Breakfast. This is it, I tell myself, as my heart settles in my throat. A young man brings in a silver tray, sets it quietly on the small table in the living room. I look at the tray, disappointed. It doesn’t look how I had imagined it. I expected it to be full of various objects, glasses, silverware, condiments, very elegant, where the ring box would sit hidden, to be discovered by surprise. Instead, the tray is simple: the two lidded plates stacked over one another. The box is going to be obvious. I sign for our meal and send the young man away.

I step quietly to the closet and dig the little white box from the bottom
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"Nothing." I was thinking that I was in love with her. She is the one. I was resolved.

I was as resolved then as I am this morning in a hotel room in downtown St. Louis, at the August peak of summer, where we have spent the night after visiting my grandparents. She had said that she would never get engaged before she met my family. We spent two days with my parents, then one evening with the grandparents. She smiled, she made jokes, she used her many charms. The approval was reciprocal. Now, with that step out of the way, I am going to do it.

Back in Vail I had been afraid to say a thing. As we sat that next morning after our bus ride, each of us reading, I looked up at her as she sat curled under a blanket and was struck again with the same sensation that I had on the bus. My head was light. I felt faint. She is the one. I am in love with her. I was sitting there, full of all sorts of giddy happiness. All smiles and staring eyes. I could not say that four letter word, I could not understand the meaning of the word. All I knew was how it felt touching her, or with her smiling at me. All that I understood was the levity that she brought me, this height, this légerité.

That lightness contradicts the gravity of what I am going to do on this August morning. Nervous, very nervous, I pick up the tray and push open the French doors to the bedroom of the hotel room. And there she is lying in the spacious bed, a pale freckled face surrounded by
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