I would be lying if I had said that I was not surprised, rather, it would be correct to even say I was flabbergasted…
"Will you be my boyfriend, Alan?"
Those words of hers, which flowed out from her tender lips and slightly red cheeks, rang in my mind, not once, not twice, but thrice.
"Will you be my boyfriend, Alan?"
"Will you be my boyfriend, Alan?"
"Will you be my boyfriend, Alan?"
And each time they resounded in my mind, they increased in volume and caused an unforeseen, great impact to hit me mentally. They increased in octaves, ringing in my mind.
I gulped, taking more time to process what had happened.
As I did so, I struggled to give an answer…as easy as it should be, I still struggled, like a coward of sorts. I struggled.
And as my mind wandered to think of a response, I began to be reminded of our time together. She was never like this.
