After that evening, every time I visited Mrs. Vails’s apartment, I would stare at the plant endlessly unless someone kept me company. It sucked me into another world where it was peaceful and quiet. No one to hurt me or criticize my existence.
But I slowly lost interest as time flew endlessly.
Days, weeks, months passed faster than it ever did. As fast as the time went by the stronger the bond between me and Mike grew. We were inseparable. He was me and I was him. We knew each other like the palm of our hands.
It was the last day of June when Mike asked me out on a date. I remember it clearly. We both had a day off from work, so we planned to have dinner together in a while. It was the 30th of June, 6pm sharp, Mike asked me at the dinner table while we were enjoying Mrs. Vails’s Lasagna from dinner of the night before. It was so utterly uncalled for that I started laughing a bunch after hearing his words. I can still remember his exact words. “Katelyn Smith, will you give me the honour of taking you out for a dinner date this weekend?” It sounded like a proposal. He even got on one knee for it, holding out a spoon full of lasagna with his shaky hands. Obviously, I accepted the invitation. But I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
Soon I found out that he had already made a reservation at fine dining restaurant that we could not afford unless we used up our month’s saving. It was unexpected but I didn’t question him, since we didn’t do anything on his birthday earlier that year, I thought that this would be a great opportunity to make up for it.
Our date was perfect, he took me out shopping before heading to the restaurant and bought me the most beautiful dress that I had ever seen. It was a V-neck, light-sky blue dress that covered my entire legs. It was my first dress, and also the most wonderful dress that I had gotten in my whole life.
By the time we got to dinner, we were both so done with the day. With a handful of shopping bags and luxurious jewelleries in our hands, we looked like a rich couple. When we walked into the place a line full of people bowed to use and offered to take our stuff. I was too stunned to even utter a word, but Mike seemed awfully comfortable with that kind of situation.
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The waiter walked us to a small table with multiple cutleries and four wine glasses. At first, I thought that it was a kind of decoration to mesmerise poor people playing rich, but Mike explained to me the use of all the different utensils. The outer most fork and knives were used for entrees and the second ones in were for the main dish, leaving a comparably small fork and spoon used for deserts. I had never used that many cutleries in a single sitting in my entire life. I almost felt sorry for the cooks but once I searched how much the cooks there made every day, I couldn’t bring myself to empathise with them.
The dinner finished smoothly and as I was about to suggest heading home Mike stood up. He quietly walked next to me and knelt on one knee. I thought that it was some kind of a joke, but he reached into his pocket and brought out a small jewellery case. My heart raced so fast that at one point I could no longer feel the thump. He gently flicked the top of the case, revealing a beautiful pink pearl necklace.
Tears rolled down my face. I’ve cried many times in this life but those were different. They were warm, and my heart was fluttered. Mike raised his head and witnessed my make-up shower down. His face crumbed for an instant but after getting back to his sense he tried his best to calm me down. It was heart warming to observe his hard work for me. Finally, when we met eyes, we just smiled at each other.
Mike tidied his suit and got back on his knee. “Katelyn Smith, will you marry me? Although I don’t have much right now, I will make sure to work even harder to give you the life that you deserve. I didn’t have enough money to buy you the most perfect ring, but I’ll make it up to you by the time we set off to our honeymoon. I know that I’m not good enough for you, but could you give me the honour of becoming the happiest man alive?” As soon as his mouth ceased to move, I sprung out of my chair and leaped into his arms. My answer was simple yet powerful, “Yes.”
Everyone around us gathered their hands to congratulate our marriage. It was the happiest day in my life. It was like a dream. So wonderful that I forgot what miserable creature I was.
After the big ceremony, we collected our belongings and fled the party. Then we crossed the bow bridge, sitting ourselves on a bench. I leaned my head against his shoulder and whispered, “You know, you’re the most wonderful thing that happened to me.”
“How so?”
“You made my life worth living, you made my nightmares turn into dreams of joy, you allowed me to live again. I love you, Mike. I really do. Thank you for coming into my life.”
“Your welcome and thank you for saving my life too.”
We sat there for hours watching the moon slowly fading away into the bundle of clouds, dreaming of the future that we would create together.