💍Proposal - Flash Fiction

Slow dancing in the kitchen. Arms in arms. Hearts already knowing.

Her eyes were hungry for something I couldn't name,
        as if she were seeing me for the first time.

"It's so easy to love you," I said,
        truth slipping straight from my soul.

        "You love me?" she teased, her eyes widening playfully,
        though she'd heard the words a hundred times before.

"I felt it the moment I saw you," I replied —

        sinking to one knee.


"You changed my life the instant you appeared,
changed the way I see the world.
It's written in the stars, you know?
        You and I…
And I want to spend every last day of my life with you."

Her eyes filled with tears,
        hands flying to her erratic heartbeat.


        "I can't believe this…"


"Well, believe it," I whispered.

"Because I can't go another day
without telling you what you are to me.
        What you've become."


Will you marry me?

I didn't need her answer;
        her eyes had said yes long before her lips did.

But hearing it aloud…

It was better than the moment everything changed.

        Better than seeing her for the very first time.

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✍️ Author’s Note

I wrote this one late at night, Camila’s Todo Cambió playing on repeat while the rest of the house was quiet. There’s a line in that song that kept stopping me — the one about everything changing in a single moment. I must have replayed it a dozen times before I understood what it was trying to tell me.

We talk about love as something gradual. Accumulating. A slow tide. And mostly, that’s true. But sometimes there really is a before and after. A single moment that doesn’t just mark a change. It rewrites the whole story. Makes you look back at every ordinary morning differently.

That’s what I wanted this piece to hold. Not the spectacle of a proposal. Not the hidden ring or the witnesses or the choreography. But the paradox underneath it all.

How you can know someone completely, have told them you love them a hundred times over coffee going cold on the counter.

And yet saying it this way makes it feel like the very first time all over again.

The kneeling isn’t a ritual here. It’s the moment something that was always already true finally gets its shape.

Some loves begin with a feeling. The best ones end with a choice.

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💭 A Question for You

Do you think love gets better the longer you choose it?

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✦

Studio Letters go deeper — into the creative process,
the questions I’m chasing, and the longer reflections
that need more space.

First letter drops early April.

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