It's Christmas
George defended himself, denying any truth to her statement, and Kassie looked up at him, her eyes still a bit glassy while his were soft and sincere. She forced herself to swallow, though her throat had gone dry, trying to focus on George’s voice and what he was telling her, and not on the box in her hand.
Ever so slowly the corners of her lips turned up a fraction, unable to help the smile due to his confessions. Her heart swelled immensely, and she laughed softly as her eyes started watering again. Quickly wiping a tear away she sniffed. Wife. The title felt so foreign to her, but being the wife of George felt even stranger, like it was apart of some long, lost dream. Her mind couldn’t comprehend it.
"In twenty years you’ll be almost forty-three," she pointed out, smiling watery. "You’d tire of waiting for me long before then." She laughed, this time more genuinely, and ran her hand across both her cheeks to remove any wetness left. "Oooh, George…what are you getting yourself into? Look at me. I’m a mess!—A complete and utter wreck…” As she looked at him, she was reminded of something and her smile faded gradually, as did whatever momentary joy she felt in the past few minutes. She looked down, feeling herself practically start to break inside, but really, what did it matter. Like she said she was already a wreck.
Kassie was looking at George with glassy eyes. He was told that that's hat women did when they were proposed to. They cried. Of course, he had never experienced that before now. Then she smiled, but it wasn't enough for anyone to noticed except George, who waited every day for that smile and felt like he could jump around like a small time every time he saw it. She laughed and her eyes started watering again. He knew that she was supposed to cry, but he wasn't sure if it was such a good thing to be honest. Kassie wiped her tear and sniffled before pointing out how old he'd be in twenty years. Forty-three? Wow, that's old. But that didn't matter, and they both knew it. Whether she chose to believe it or not, she knew that he wouldn't be tired of her. She knew that they belonged together, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He could tell that this is probably where that was going. She was always way too stubborn for her own good. "Forty-three, huh? Well, I always figured I'd never grow up, so I'll probably still be acting like a kid and I know how I'm still going to feel. Feelings like this don't come around more than once. If you miss it, it's gone. I don't want to miss it, and neither do you." She said that she was a mess and her smile started to fade. She looked down and George couldn't figure out what was even going on. He thought she'd been happy. He thought this was supposed to be a happy time. George scratched the back of his head in confusion and stared at her. "Kass, what's going on? Why are you acting like this? You have to know how I feel. You have to know that I'm the one usually wrecking things. You think that you thinking you're a wreck is going to bother me any?"
