I am rubbish at maths. Our relationship broke down many years ago. It was a bitter parting and I was left with a nasty aftertaste of Pi.
I love stationery, I love books and I love singing; three lifetime affairs that have naturally evolved into one. In my very old, ‘don’t-sit-on-me-because-I-will-collapse’ ottoman, I have my own comics, all brightly coloured with felt tipped pens, exercise books with ‘How To’ instructions written when I was at secondary school, an entire book of poems, some dark and despairing, others light and humorous, song lyrics, and an unfinished science-fantasy novel about a dinoragon.
I love the smell of new books.
The following piece was written in honour of Valentine’s Day.
A Hot Proposal.
February 1996. Leap Year. Abu Dhabi.
As we stand on the promenade, our backdrop is the cobalt blue Arabian Gulf, virginal white sand and an oil rig. I am very fond of that chunk of metal. It is my witness.
It has taken my boyfriend an hour to persuade me to walk with him. My heart is willing, but my body is spent. Outside is hot. It’s searing. It’s the end of a busy sight-seeing day and we’ve been miles looking for a loaf of bread that isn’t made with the local sweet dough. In truth, all I want is to become one with the shower and then lie down on clean, cool linen, in an air conditioned room; but my man has something else on his mind.
The romantic heroine that I am, I yield to his gentle demands and walk with him, to the beautiful gardens that frame our view of the ocean.
We are standing in the park, enjoying the intense colours of the fig trees and palms; the grass is greener than we’ve ever seen at home, and the crisp white buildings behind, reflect the brilliant light that is unique to this part of the world.
My lover is dropping to his knees.
‘What are you doing?’ I say.
Then I realise. He is on one knee.
‘I’ve waited a long time to ask you this,’ he begins, taking my hands.
I know what the question is, but my mind goes blank. I’m waiting for the void to be filled.
‘Will you marry me?’
I smile. He has chosen a most romantic day. Monday, February the twelfth.
He understands I see things differently and sometimes need to work outside the bounds of convention, and he cares that I want to stand apart from thousands of Valentine’s Day proposals. Asking me today makes it our romance, and it is as unique as the Arabian sunlight now sealing our love.
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We wish you a romantic and perfect Valentine’s Day and would love to hear about your most romantic dates.
On Wednesday 15th, your host will be the lovely Sue Fortin.