The Proposal

Do you promise to love me forever? No matter what?

Of course I do. What kind of silly thing is that to say?

But you know….you know that I…

Shush. Don’t even say it. I don’t want to hear about it.

But you need to know! You need to know that I will not be an ordinary wife. That you will need to care for me. That your heart will break! That I cannot give you children because of what I am.

You’re not an alien. You make it sound like a death threat.

You’re deluded. You don’t want to believe that something like this could happen to me. This is precisely why I just wanted to leave you! So that you wouldn’t have to deal with this and make it your problem.

That’s crap. I wouldn’t let you. And this is my problem, because I love you. And I want to marry you, regardless. I don’t care if you have┬ámesothelioma. Are you happy now? I’ve said that word. I’ve said it at last.

I can’t do this to you. This is too difficult. It’s not your burden to bear. Please just let me leave quietly. Please just get on with your life.

You don’t have to do this alone. I want to be here with you. I promise you. I will be here always. Please believe me, and please, please, please…I love you. Please marry me.