Marry me, Kiara, he blurts out in front of everyone.Why? she asks, challenging him.Because I love you, he says, walking up to her and bending down on one knee while he takes her hand in his, and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up seein’ your face every mornin’, I want you to be the mother of my children, I want to fix cars with you and eat your crappy tofu tacos that you think are Mexican. I want to climb mountains with you and be challenged by you, I want to argue with you just so we can have crazy hot makeup sex. Marry me, because without you I’d be six feet under … and because I love your family like they’re my own … and because you’re my best friend and I want to grow old with you. He starts tearing up, and it’s shocking because I’ve never seen him cry. Marry me, Kiara Westford, because when I got shot the only thing I was thinkin’ about was comin’ back here and makin’ you my wife. Say yes, chica.
― Simone Elkeles,
Chain Reaction
