I take a step forward,

_Breath_.

My blood is pulsing hot under my skin,

_Breath_.

I look at her emerald green eyes, and remind myself to—

_Breath_.

Silence presses in.

My heart pounds like it’s trying to get out.

My breaths are sharp.

My hands sweaty.

_Breath_.

I hold the bouquet of flowers in one hand,

a tiny ring box in the other.

_Breath_.

It’s going to be ok.

Everything will be fine.

Just don’t forget to—

_Breath._

The sky is filled with quiet stars.

The waves slow down.

The sand is cold.

I look at her and take a deep—

_Breath_.

If she says no,

It’s fine.

No big deal.

Well—big deal—but it’s okay.

I will respect her decision.

Just

_breath_.