He Loves Me

Marisol had known Ezio pretty much since they were babies. They grew up together, fell in love with each other. High School sweethearts. Different colleges didn't stop them from pursuing one another. After college, they reunited and moved in together. Marisol had one day mused a "screw you" to the traditional ways of the marriage proposal, and took matters into her own hands. But she had to have it planned out. And so she waited. A month to be exact. She wanted to be ready. She thought of all the reasons she loved this man: he showed her his insecurities, and Marisol had revealed to him hers, he was there when she needed it most and was always ready to lend a shoulder for crying. She then knew she was well equipped to spend the rest of her life with Ezio. She just had to wait for the right time.

Marisol was finally ready, on that fateful Friday, to propose to her long-term lover, Ezio. She was going to marry the man of her dreams. And she knew just where to pop the question.

It was the park where they had first met. It was costly, but Marisol convinced the owner of the park to let her use the park for a barbeque. She even lit scattered some rose petals that lead to the park. Nothing could go wrong.

Boy, was she wrong. The rose petal trail had been blown away by the wind. Her reservations were nearly canceled due to traffic on the way back into town. A waiter had nearly spilled hot soup on Ezio if it wasn't for Marisol's quick reflexes! She'd deal with the burns another time, the primary focus was putting a ring on her man.

After the awful turmoil at the restaurant, the couple had decided to end it with a stroll. They walked up to a railing that leads out to the ocean. The moonlight reflected off of the water casting an almost ethereal glow. The silence between them was deafening. Then Marisol looked to the man. The man that she loved. She analyzed him and his beauty.

Beautiful, curly, dark brown hair sat on his head, soft to the touch. Olive skin, the skin she feels underneath her hands when they are locked in an embrace. Long legs, the same long legs that wrap around her to stop her from getting out of bed. Large hands, the same hands that poke at her ribs for her terrible, corny jokes. Muscular arms that made her feel safe. A broad chest made to be a pillow.

Ezio had naturally sensed Marisol gazing at him and turned those beautiful ocean blue eyes to meet her chocolate ones.

"What is it?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

This was it. Was this the moment she proposed? Her mind suddenly started scrambling. Should she propose? Should she wait? 

Marisol's mouth was open, but no words came out of it. Regaining her senses, she closed her mouth and her eyes, quickly inhaling and exhaling, before she met Ezio's gaze once more. Then she did it.

She dropped to one knee.

"Ezio Hudson." Marisol began trying to fight the tears that threatened to fall as she began to propose to her lover. "We've been together since high school, since college. You've made the ten years we've been together a wild and crazy adventure. You were there for me when I got kicked out of my parents house when I was seventeen. You were there for me when I was making friends with a razor blade. And I-" The tears started freely falling now. There was a visible stream of tears and a companion of snot coming down Marisol's face. She wiped the tears as best as she could and continued, smiling through her running mascara.

"And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Marisol pulled a small gold band out of her pocket and presented it to Ezio. Ezio was shocked, startled. He stared down at the band in amazement.

The gold band in question had belonged to Ezio's father and had been passed down from generation to generation. Nearly a century of use had weathered the ring. The gold band in question had belonged to Ezio's father and had been passed down from generation to generation. Unfortunately, Ezio's father had passed away about a year ago. His dying wish was to continue the legacy of the ring and have his only son wear it on his finger and pass it down to his son. The engraved words were the highlight of the band. Engraved read per sempre vostri. Forever yours. It was perfect for her and Ezio. When Ezio had first confessed his love and devotion to Marisol he had uttered: 'You are mine, I am yours. Forever yours.' It was perfect. Even though it was a bit outdated, it has a history behind it, and Marisol isn't one to scoff at tradition. Initially, it had pained Marisol to hide the ring from Ezio, but now she had a reason to present it to him. Taking a deep breath, Marisol continued. 

"Ezio Hudson..." Marisol said, breaking the silence. "Will you marry me?"

Ezio broke out into the largest smile that ever happened. He grabbed Marisol's arm and dragged her up to her feet.

"Of course I will marry you!" He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing hard. It hurt, but Marisol didn't care. She was too happy to pay any mind to the pain. After Ezio had let go, she slid the gold band onto his finger. And yelled in victory.

"He said YES! He said YES!"

The quiet park was filled with happy cheers and shouts from the two.

Ezio grabbed Marisol's hand in his and let out a small smile.

"Let's go home, yeah?"

"Yeah. Let's go home."

Ezio and Marisol had started making their way back to their home, Marisol with a small smile on her face, musing the occasional "he said yes!" to herself.

She and Ezio were getting married. She was going to marry the man she loved. All in due time.