Your lover

 

Under the kuka tree, you will ask me to marry you. You will say it casually, so that it almost sounds like a joke, but I know you are not joking.
Again, I will say no. I will touch your left cheek and say it softly, no.
You will be hurt but you will not say so. I will tell from the crease that I usually trace on your forehead. It will be deepened and slanted giving you away.
You will ask why after a few minutes of silence. You will want to know why I cannot marry you, if there was something wrong you did or if I didn't think you would make a good enough husband.
I will mutter something about how I never want to be held down by a man and you will ask if that was all our love was to me; a holding down.
I will not answer, because I cannot answer. You will remove my head from your chest and ask me to look you in the eye and tell you that I love you. I will say you are being too dramatic and you will say I am being irritating and I will tell you to get out, that I never really loved you anyway.
You will stand up and leave the shade of the kuka tree. I will watch you stomp on the innocent grass as you make your way out of my father's compound, hoping your stomps are not loud enough to wake him up.
I will wait till you are far gone, then, I will weep. I will cry because in my mind we married already but I cannot say yes to your proposal. How can I, when there is something about marriage that snuffs love out of romance, that turns it into an emotionless transaction?
I cannot say yes because I like what we are, how we are and I want us to remain just like this. I want to remain your lover.
I do not cry for long because I know that this time tomorrow you will be here with me again, and we will lay underneath this Kuka tree, exchanging apology kisses and bathing in the aura of each other, bathing in the aura of our love.

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Author's note: I think marriage is a beautiful thing even though most times, watching other people makes me tempted to believe otherwise.

I am convinced that it is beautiful because Gd ordained it. I don't think He would have ordained it if it weren't beautiful. I wish the main character wasn't so scared of it.

<I know I said I'll stop posting my personal opinions on stories but I have a big mouth, or pen or big fingers¿heheee>

Tell me in the comments, what do you think about marriage?