Two Days Before Valentine’s Day
He was late picking me up, but oddly enough, this didn’t bother me. Ordinarily his tardiness drove me bonkers, but today I could let it go. Plus I was enjoying my reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in a rare moment of free time, so who was I to complain?
Valentine’s Day fell on a Monday this year, so we were celebrating today, Saturday, with a hike followed by dinner. Truthfully, Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be a big deal to me, but it was the anniversary of when we reunited after a few years of on-again-off-again, youthful, angst-y romance. Six years, to be exact. For an additional three years, we had finally been loving each other in a way that more resembled grown-up behavior, and we celebrated every year that we both got our heads screwed on straight enough to finally appreciate what we had in each other.
So that’s nine years total. That’s a lot of years in dating language, even for on-again-off-again. However, this no longer bothered me as it had when we were younger.
I painted my nails a delicate nude as I watched Buffy and Giles research vampire lore in the library, enjoying the way the afternoon light tickled my forearms and warmed up the room. Really, despite the February date on the calendar, it could have been May outside. The ocean down the street had never looked so vibrant, the air had never smelled clearer.
Finally my phone buzzed. “Hey, I’m outside. There’s no parking.”
“I’ll be right out,” I said, shutting down Buffy and giving my nails a final shake in hopes that I wouldn’t smear them.
He had double parked, and walked around to give me a hug and kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“You too,” I said, squeezing him tightly before getting in the car.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” he said, buckling his seat belt and pulling away. “There were problems with our dinner plans that I had to take care of.”
“Don’t worry about it, I had time to paint my nails,” I said, waving them in front of his vision.
“Nice,” he said with a quick sideways glance, returning his eyes to the road.
“So where are we going?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he smiled.
Cruising the back of the hill along the ocean, he pulled off onto Trump National Golf course, a country club that clung to the cliffs over the ocean.
“I thought we’d hike down the trail here,” he said as he pulled into a spot.
“Okay, cool – I haven’t been back here yet.” We hiked behind the buildings and down the side of the cliff, walking along the beach and talking peacefully. How lucky we were to have recognized the uniqueness of our connection despite our attempts to sabotage the us that we now were, how all the challenges and yelling and being young and hopelessly stupid and romantic prepared us for how to go through the hard times that followed.
After a while, we just sat on the sand in companionable stillness. Mike looked at his watch. “We’d better head back so we have time to get ready for dinner.”
As we drove away, he looked at the clock in the car, and said, “I guess we have a little more time before dinner than I thought. There’s a spot I’ve been wanting to show you. Do you think we have time?”
“Sure,” I said, feeling incredibly amenable to whatever he suggested. Too many years I had whined and complained when things weren’t perfect. Today was different.
The trail began at the end of a cul-de-sac, and we had to squeeze through a fence to get to it. “Are you sure it’s okay to go back here?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. I was up here last week.”
He held out his hand, and we walked along the edge of the cliff until the houses disappeared from view, with just the ocean ahead and Catalina Island sparkling like a facet in the glimmering sunset.
He pointed to a promontory across the narrow bay. “See those picnic tables? Wouldn’t it be neat to bring some food up there some day, have a picnic?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful here. We should come back and do that.”
“Do you want to see if we can walk up there?”
“I don’t know, do you think there’s time?”
“Let’s give it a shot. We can always turn back around.”
As we walked, we both grew silent. The light around us had taken on that magical golden quality that belongs solely to the L.A. sunset, painted with more shades than any other sunset I have ever seen. Who cares if it’s brought on by the smog? At this moment I didn’t feel like making a joke about the air quality.
Because at that moment I knew.
“Wait, look, there’s a trail over this fence,” Mike gestured. “Let’s check it out.”
Climbing over the waist-high fence, I seemed to float along the flattened grass as if I were on a moving walkway. Suddenly, the moving walkway was dusted with rose petals. Beyond the taller grass, at the very edge of a cliff was a blanket, a picnic basket, and roses.
And him, standing there. Then kneeling.
For Mike, on our anniversary. I love you.
36 Comments
JestheMess
Awwww, that was so sweet. I loved every second of reading that!
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! It’s a little more sappy than I care for story-wise, but it was pretty damn romantic…
Ericamos
I’d known he proposed on the cliffs with a picnic, but I never knew this entire cute story!! You told it so well that I felt I was there! Super sweet and romantic! Mike did good. 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
He sure did. It was like something out of a movie!
gem
Ok I am not much of a romantic but that warmed my heart 🙂 it would be my kind of date.
Natalie the Singingfool
I know, it was pretty sweet, even for a cynic like me…
winopants
What a great memory for you two!
Natalie the Singingfool
<3
Angela Ryan
Aaaawwwwww. So sweet.
Natalie the Singingfool
Yeah, it’s hard to top something like that…
Marcy
How romantic! What a guy–great story.
Natalie the Singingfool
Thanks! Yep, I got pretty lucky!
S.J. Faerlind
Awww…. 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
<3
Beduwen
Great story! Happy V Day to both of you. 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! And Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too!
Kathleen
Awww! What a romantic proposal! So happy you two found your way through the difficult times and back to each other. Happy anniversary!
Bee
How romantic!!!! I love this!
IASoupMama
Oh, how very sweet! Yay!!
Natalie the Singingfool
🙂
Jester Queen
Great foreshadowing. You gave the reader enough details to know before you did and therefore anticipate your realization.
Natalie the Singingfool
Thanks! For some reason, this one was hard to tell…
Tamara
Awww! So sweet! Happy Valentine’s Day! 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
Thanks! 🙂 You too!
Lindsey
Oh my god, when I started reading this I had it in my head it was fiction, then I thought it sounded familiar, then I realized it’s YOUR story and now I have tears in my eyes. Beautifully written and what a wonderful man 🙂
The ending. It’s the simplicity of the ending that got me. Love it.
Natalie the Singingfool
Aw, thank you! Honestly, I don’t remember much after that – it all happened so fast!
Samantha Brinn Merel
I love this story! What a sweet, sweet way to propose. And I love this line: ” For an additional three years, we had finally been loving each other in a way that more resembled grown-up behavior”
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! Glad you liked it! For some reason, it’s a hard one to tell…
gwendolyn jerris
Oh, you totally made me cry. I’m easy, but this is the sweetest thing I’ve read today. Congratulations on an amazing love, and Happy Valentines!
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! Sorry to have made you cry, but hey, happy tears aren’t bad! 🙂
Ginny Marie
I love engagement stories! That was so romantic!
I also loved Buffy the Vampire Slayer…it’s something my hubby and I had in common when we were dating. 😉
Natalie the Singingfool
Yes! Buffy forever!
And yes, he did good. 🙂
Jared Karol
What a cool story. I felt like I knew that was coming, and yet I was still surprised at the end. I loved this line: “we just sat on the sand in companionable stillness.” When you’re w/ someone you love, that’s all you need. 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
Absolutely. It’s hard to put into words something so simple, yet profound.
Mod Mom Beyond IndieDom
Wow! So romantic! I love how you ended the story. You’ve got yourself a great guy there. Loved this so much!
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you! I sure do. 🙂