So, will you marry me?

Will you marry me? He asked. She looked at him, her eyes unfathomable, a sardonic smile on her face.

Why, why do you want to marry me?

You are pretty, intelligent, broadminded, you have a great humor sense, and an amazing character. What else could a man ask for?

Yes, what else could a man ask for? There was curiosity and venom in her voice.

Well, so, is that a yes?

You have to tell me why you like me.

I told you.

Well, then, no.

Why.

You don’t know me.

I have known you for a year.

But what do you know about me?

I told you.

Oh, what you said, anyone can say. Why do you think am the one?

I don’t know, I fell for you.

Why?

I don’t know.

What if I say no?

I will be devastated.

How devastated?

My heart will break.

Are you sure you have not fallen in love with the wrong person?

Yes.

What do you know about my past?

Not much. But, past is in the past. I don’t care.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Can you keep a secret.

Yes.

Well, what if I were to tell you that I was raped as a child?

<silence>

<She smiled. >

Do you still want to marry me?

<silence>

Broadminded, my ass! <She gets up and leaves.>