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Miss-Beckie-Louise's Choice: Both
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Last month, we moved from our countryside house to a house right by the beach. I was so excited, I mean it's not everyday you move to the seaside. It was so exciting.
Just sitting on the beach now, remembering my time at the old house was making me want to cry. I remember laying on the grass with John his arms wrapped around me while we napped. He made me feel so safe, I loved it and I loved him. But I guess things are not meant to be.
Us breaking up was inevitable was bound to happen sooner or later. After I told him we were moving he was acting a bit weird, he was spending less and less time with me, making excuses for why he couldn't come out. He didn't even come to my leaving party, he said he'd come and then when the party was going he text me saying he couldn't make it.
Our lives had intertwined with each other ever since we met, we'd meet in the most unlikeliest of places, whether it was at a restaurant, or at a bar. We even met in a bookshop on the high street. It really was bizarre but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
It wasn't too long until he asked me out on a date, and I jumped at the chance, the evening was amazing, we went to the cinema and didn't see the film, instead we spent the couple of hours making out like a couple of school children and then went out to dinner at one of the restaurants we had bumped into each other.
It really was the perfect first date. After that, there were second and third and fourth dates, and then he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was so cute and made me so happy that I said yes. We were together for three years. I really was expecting him to propose to me before we left or for him to ask me to move in with him or something. We had brought the subject before but he would always say it was too soon or he wasn't ready or something. I really thought there was something wrong with me but instead it was all him and I thought it was us girls that over think things and freak out at moving on with relationships.
You can so tell who wore the trousers in this relationship and it was most definitely not him. I still live with my parents, and they had recently decided to move closer to the seaside, and even though I had a fair amount of money saved behind of me for a deposit and rent, it wasn't enough for everything else I needed to purchase and it wasn't really the perfect time for moving out.
Of course, if John and I had decided to get a place together then I would have had no problems with staying behind with him. But he wasn't interested at all.
I looked out to the scene in front of me. The beach was gorgeous, and the pebbles at my feet were pretty too. I reached out to get one and examine it when a shadow was loomed over me. I dropped the pebble back on the sand and made a small 'clink' when it made contact with another pebble. I looked up to see who made the shadow, and I was shocked at how's shadow was over me.
It was John.
I stood up gingerly and looked at him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I made a mistake Bethany," he told me. I looked in his eyes and saw the sincerity in them.
"What mistake?"
"I made the mistake of... letting you go." I was beyond shocked at this revelation and I'm sure my face showed this as well as he chuckled and stroked the side of my face with his hand. I closed my eyes at the feeling.
"You did?" I asked quietly wanting to make sure that I wasn't just dreaming this.
"I did, I love you Bethany," he said and got down on one knee. My eyes widened in shock and excitement.
Is he seriously? The thought repeating itself in my head. John put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small black, velvet box. I looked between John and the box to see what was going to happen next.
He took a deep breath and asked, "Bethany, I love you, I made the mistake of letting you go and it nearly killed me and it's only been two weeks, I can live without you, but I don't want to, I need you to be able to breathe, I need you forever and always. Will you marry me?"
He opened the box and I gasped as I looked at the ring inside of the box.
"Yes."
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