Our Sunset

“That one looks like a beaver eating an ice cream cone.” I said.
“Well, that cloud there looks like a Barbie doll doing a Michael Jackson move.” Taylor replied.
I giggled and moved closer into Taylor’s body. We were lying in the grass somewhere in the woods, staring at clouds. It was one of our favorite pastimes. There’s no one to bother us, just complete silence. Taylor had his arm around my shoulder and tucked around my waist. My head was set on his chest and I draped my arm around his neck. I lifted my head up towards his face. He smiled and kissed the top of my head.
“My beaver eating ice cream wins, you know.” I joked.
“Uh, no. Sorry, but nothing tops MJ.” He stated.
“Except me.” I said. I used my index finger and traced his lips. Taylor was so incredibly beautiful, inside and out. He was on the baseball team that played to earn money for the children’s hospital and on weekends he volunteered at the local animal shelter. Taylor was perfect.
Taylor nipped at my finger and I let him. I took my finger back and he agreed “Except you.” He leaned down and kissed me. He sat up against the tree and pulled me up with him, while still kissing me. I broke off first and nestled back into his chest. Gently, he tilted my face so I’d make eye contact with him.
Oh, how bad I wanted to swim in his eyes. They were a bright turquoise, like the Caribbean water. Sometimes if I stared into them long enough, I could see the two of us swimming together.
“I love you, Sara, and you love me of course, right?” Taylor asked.
“More than anything in the world.” I answered. I couldn’t see what he was getting at, but then again I was never good at guessing games.
Everything after that went blurry. I remember crying when I saw him taking out a little, black box. He placed me into his lap and placed the box in my hand. “Sara Belle Thompson,” Taylor started “Will you marry me?” He asked. I looked into those big, blue eyes again and said nothing. I carefully set the box on the grass behind me. I turned back to him and clutched his face in my hands. I could tell how nervous he was. It scared him to death to have the possibility of the one you love denying a marriage proposal.
I kissed him so passionately, I couldn’t stop. I loved this man with every ounce of my body, everything empty place in my heart has been filled to overflowing. He leaned back on the wildflowers growing in the grass and I slowly followed. I ran my hands through his platinum blond hair. I planted numerous kisses starting from his forehead all the way down to his chest.
“I’ll take this as a yes, then.” He whispered. I smirked and looked into the sky. A pastel pink and honeysuckle yellow covered the sky with the most beautiful sunset I’d ever seen.
I hovered over Taylor, held up by only my hands, and said “This sunset now, is our sunset. Forever and always.” I lay back down on Taylor’s body and stroked the side of his face.
“Of course it’s a yes. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I murmured in his ear. I sensed him smile which in turn made me smile. Taylor rolled on top of me, supporting most of his body weight. I grabbed his waist and pulled him down. We spent the rest of the night rolling and giggling throughout our little meadow.