Abbey

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OUR STORY

**As told by Adonna See**

The Proposal

That particular night I had gotten off the phone with someone I thought could help me to love again. Carelessly, with no baggage. It was nice… knowing that I didn’t have to uncover old wounds, or that I could keep my battered (and often unpleasant) soul to myself for once.

I fell asleep that night with no particular thought in my mind.

The faint creek of my door opening awoke me on that morning of no particular importance. That place, my room… so familiar and yet so foreign. It felt like a prison. I had been taken away from everything that I loved and longed for and thrown into a life that wasn’t mine. My eyes scanned the room in search of the intruder.

My brother?

Dad?

And there I saw Him. In his best black, pin-striped suit, with a tray of freshly made crepes, diced strawberries, orange juice and a flower in a makeshift vase. For a second I remembered how we ended it: our fights for no particular reason, my tears, his anger. And in another second I realized he had crossed the Pacific Ocean from Seattle only to stand there, in my room in Sydney, with a tray of crepes.

He sat next to me. I, crusty-eyed and he, weary-eyed.

I ate little and said even less. He pulled out a photo album and asked if we could go through it together. Inside were pictures, in chronological order, of the two odd years we had spent loving, laughing, and fighting. And at the very end, were those particular words,

“Will you marry me?”

He went on one knee and pulled out a ring.

I didn’t want to think about.

I said yes.

That particular night I couldn’t, for the life of me, get to sleep. This man… He was my baggage. He had seen my wounds, my battered (and often unpleasant) soul and had loved me regardless. And for once I wasn’t ashamed of myself and the decision that I had made to love carefully and painstakingly, despite the fights, the tears and the anger.

I fell asleep that next night thinking that I owed it to myself to be happy.
And that I was, in fact, exactly that: extremely, particularly… happy.