I have a very serious and somewhat nervous Isabella looking into my eyes with the deepest affection that is held within hers. By the way, her eyes are sparkling in the early morning sun; I am not fully sure if she is just glowing from radiance or if she, indeed, maybe on the brink of crying.
She is making me worry somewhat, but as I have learned on several occasions, I that shall let her gather herself, and she shall speak when she is ready. But what can be this great that it has stunned this confident woman to silence, which is now going on for much longer than my worrying heart can take?
If she is having second thoughts, then I'd say that we are past the point of return now. Much to my relief, with somewhat stumbling mumbles, she starts to speak.
"Soldier, you know how much I love you."
"Yes, like infinity and beyond."
"Don't make me laugh; this is serious."
"How serious? Like turn around and go back home serious?"
