Finally, with a deep sigh and tears of happiness, the most awaited day arrived. It seemed imaginary, a typical fairytale aura all around emerged in the smell of corsages and boutonnieres.
My Mr Man In Black drove me to the Notting Hill confessing that his love for me was real and forevermore. He proposed to me with a ring in his black dashing look kneeling to the ground by his left knee saying, "Will you be my life?"
There were people all around us and NB grabbed a guitar and started singing for me the song I dedicated to him at our first meet. I was exclusively mesmerised knowing that he could play an acoustic. That was the first time I heard him singing. I usually fall for the guitar guys more. I mean, if somebody has normally 50% chance for me to date him, it progresses to 80-85% if he sings for me playing the guitar. The red heart shaped balloons flying all over my head, the background violins, NB's angelic voice, the sound of popping champagne bottles, and the cohort of crowds screaming, "Say yes!"
What else did I have to expect? I had never been felt so special by anyone else until that best day of my entire life. I thought of a little bit and said yes to My Mr Man In Black. I stated, "NB, today, im trusting you. You are the one I believe the most. Never break my trust, never betray me. It's all that I want from you. Cause, I can forgive everything but betrayal. For me, the trust's everything." He reassured, "I know you and you can trust me. I also know, you're still young to get married but I won't spare you. You're mine and today I've occupied you for me and my love. Please don't ever leave me, I can't survive without you." He laughed, "Life's so unfair, I have to wait for you till you're at the right stage to get married? Seriously?" I giggled too.
We vowed to spend our lives together with a single soul in two bodies. Today, My Mr Man In Black is mine.