Romance Short Stories
The first time I asked her to marry me was when we were six
"I'll be the husband," I said, "and you
can be the wife."
"No," she replied simply.
"Yes," I said.
"No," she replied again and walked off.
After a few moments, I walked off too. It’s no fun
playing house alone.
The second time I asked her to marry me, was when we were
fourteen. We were partners in a dance for the annual school
program and I was waiting for her to come out of the dressing
room. I was dressed in a black suit and bowtie. As she stepped
out of the dressing room in a pink dress that came down
to her knees, I took a deep breath. She looked like an angel
that had just stepped down from the heavens. As we waited
for the teachers to give the signal for us to get on stage,
I stared at her and tried to find my voice. She caught me
looking and smiled as she asked, "What are you looking
"Will you marry me?" I blurted out.
Her smile turned into a grin, and a second later she burst
out laughing. I didn't mind. I could see stars in her eyes.
Still laughing, she took my hand and led me onto the stage.
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The third time I asked her to marry me was on her sixteenth
birthday. We were at a picnic with friends and the two of
us were sitting by ourselves under a tree as the rest argued
about which game to play next. She laughed at something
someone was talking about in the distance. I heard the tinkling
of bells in her voice. I plucked a daisy that was growing
nearby and gave it to her as I said, "Will you be my
She blushed as she looked at the flower, and then burst
out laughing again. She took the flower and ran to join
the rest of the group. I followed.
The fourth time, we were eighteen. We were sitting in the
cafeteria in college as she sat sipping on a glass of orange
juice and telling me how beautiful the last poem she read
had been. After speaking continuously for a few minutes,
she stopped and said, "What happened? Why aren't you
I looked into her eyes and said, "I want to spend the
rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
As before, she burst out laughing again and said, "You're
not old enough to get married yet." And then she started
talking about another poem.
The fifth time I asked her to marry me was the day of our
graduation. We were both twenty-one. I got down on one knee
with a red rose in my hand and said to her, "Will you,
now, take me to be your husband?"
She grinned this time, and replied, "You're always
in a hurry. You wanted to do your post-graduation, right?"
I shrugged, got back on my feet, and walked with her to
the convocation hall.
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Four years later, I had finished my post-graduation and
had a job in a multinational company. We were sitting in
an ice cream shop when she brought it up. "You haven't
asked me to marry you in four years," she said. "What
happened? Did you change your mind?" She was smiling
"What do you think?" I teased.
"I think you're afraid I’ll reject you again."
"You haven't really rejected me even once, till now,"
I countered. "You never really said 'No'."
"I did when we were six," she pointed out.
"She remembers", I thought to myself, as I smiled
at the memory.
I held out a spoon of ice cream for her to taste, and said,
"Alright, so you rejected me once."
"So?" she asked as she tasted my ice cream.
"So nothing," I replied.
She rolled her eyes in silence. She was no longer smiling.
"Well?" I asked. "Do you think I've changed
She frowned as she said, "I don't know." She
looked beautiful even when she frowned.
I watched her for a few seconds and said, "Why don't
you ask me to marry you this time?"
"Me?" she replied, eyes wide in surprise.
"Why?" I asked. "What's wrong with that?"
She blushed. "No," she said.
"Are you rejecting me again?" I asked.
"No, no!" she said quickly.
"So then you are saying 'Yes'?"
She stuck her tongue out at me as she realized what I was
trying to do, and went back to eating her ice cream.
"Hey," I said, as I took her hand in mine. "Marry
She scrunched up her nose as she replied, "Are you
I'd been sure since I was six. "Yes," I said simply.
And she just smiled and nodded.
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