Tuesday 17 July 2012

The argument, The beer and The lighthouse

It's around 16:00, Tuesday the 10th of July 2012. It's been a blazing hot day in Torremolinos, Spain. A 2ltr bottle of Orange SaS has been purchased along with a 1ltr bottle of Cruzcampo.

Smiles are the order of the day. It's been exactly 2 years since the first kiss and that was the date set for future anniversary celebrations. At the hotel kisses and hugs are exchanged all is well time to relax before the meal and the nights happenings. Showers have been taken, you get really sticky being out all day in 40 degree weather, and now, on the bed, a conversation is being had. Marriage comes up, more to the point when will a proposal be made. The question is laughed off as the questionee knows that the questioner will get their wish tonight.

The proposal will be made. The ring was brought in advance, months in advance and the questionee has been ducking the question for a while now smiling inside knowing that this day will come. More laughs and dreaming out loud ensue, the future, children and religion. Religion. Church attire has become a slightly contentious issue, things are said, misunderstandings made and context removed. Faces are sour.

The room falls silent. Feeling suffocated by the athmosphere, a retreat is made to the balcony, bottle of beer, tablet and headphones accompany the retreat. The baking hot sun awaits, it's now down to  around 30 degrees as the evening draws near. 1ltr of beer and baking heat. It's now aproaching 18:00, beer finished, eyes getting heavy and hazey, the bed beckons. Some stern prods and a sterner bark Bring the questionee out of the deep sleep.

It's now 21:49. Stern looks turn to a glare, words are exchanged, the night ruined? What about the meal? What about the proposal? Swiftly, pre prepared clothes are put on, smiles are found and the journey begins. The night is warm and pleasant. A warm breeze whips in off the coast, the night sky lightly littered with stars.

The resturant is immaculate, conversation is nice smiles exchanged and the love regained. The food was surprising, refreshing and superb. Stomachs full, a night walk was suggested. Initially, the suggestion was declined and faces became contorted at the idea of a walk to the lighthouse but the promise of icecream at the end of the promanade sealed the deal.

At the lighthouse, night views were admired, the importance and beauty of the occasion were brought up the the conversation turned to the stars. Whilst admiring the stars a box was removed from a pocket to reveal a star of their own.

A knee taken, the questionee became the questioner. Tears of joy ensue, head knodding with acceptance, words lost.

Engaged.