If she loves me, she will meet me. If she doesn’t…well then, my heart will be broken but I will know. I waited beside the log pacing, a bundle of nerves, rehearsing what I would say, with a diamond ring burning a hole in my pocket. I loved her. I wanted her to be my forever. A twig broke and I whirled around, my heart swelling with love. She was here, really here! We smiled at each other as I took her hand into my own. I presented the ring, knelt on one knee, and proposed. Tears streaming, she accepted.