P.s I love you: Proposal

P.s I love you: Proposal

By Andrew Pacutho:


I could write that the whole page. It seems like the only word to express how I feel. For all my word power I am speechless but who would not be.

You should have known how nervous I was. I must have looked like I had just contracted Ebola fever. I was so agitated and sweaty I was sure that people could see the perspiration through my coat. I was soo nervous that I was sent home by the boss because he thought, “I was coming down with something”.

Several times I just stared blankly at my computer screen and visited the bathroom many times to rehearse. I was like a cat on a teen roof, Osama trapped in a house by US troops or street vendors when they hear the city council is doing a swoop…wooooo….boy was I a mess.

I swear I know all the restaurants in this city because boy did I look for one that was perfect for what I was about to do. I thought of a high end one but my pocket slapped me back to reality. I thought of a deserted one just in case you cause a scene. I thought of one nearer the city centre but realised we would bump into too many people we knew.

I walked to the moon and back looking for the perfect restaurant. But then I remembered how simple you have always been and how my fancy tastes made you roll your eyes so I settled for a private table at your favourite restaurant.

I called in and made the arrangement. I hope you loved them. I wasn't so sure of the roses so I ordered a variation. You must have thought we had booked a room in the hotel flower store.

When you walked into the room you took my breath away. I don't know what it was, your dress or you or both but I have never seen you that beautiful. It's like you walked in, in slow-motion. You are so, so beautiful.

As I watched you read each card on each bouquet I was at peace and knew that I had done well. The softness in your eyes as you read about the tender moment, the light when you remembered the exciting moments and your laughter when I narrated the funny bits. I knew you were curious and wondered what was going on.

I don't remember what we ate, all I remember is your eyes, and smile and the shock on your face when I slid to one knee, pulled that little box out of my pocket and popped the question. Shock, joy, and then tears, laughter and crying all tumbled out. I stood there holding my breath, yup, ladies tears are confusing seeing as there is no way to tell the difference for us men, but when you knelt before me on the flow and hugged me as you whispered yes in my ear, “yes”…

I heard myself exhale and felt tears flow down my face. We were like that for a long time. I am glad we chose a private room for this.

I don't know how I got home but I did. I don't care how much money Gates has, or how famous lady gaga is – none of them has you. I have you and I feel richer than most of them and soon I get to be with you forever.

Thank you for saying YES.



P.S I Love You.

Founder and Editor in Chief of the Readers Cafe Africa

Comments (2)

  • Abaho

    wooooooooooooohhh!!! Most def!

  • EspoirKins Que Je Remercie

    wowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!! I cried , this story is a killer, .....its so sweet

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