she was leaning over the edge of the boat. he cautioned her and pulled her back towards him. music floated from inside the ballroom and he took her to the middle of the deck. moving in time with the notes, he smiled. she looked angelic- recreated candlelight shone through the windows and reflected her dewy skin. she wore her hair long and wavy. her dress fell lightly on her thin shoulders, across her hips, barely touching her feet.
they spun and a laugh trickled from her lips.
his thoughts quickly turned to the box hidden in his pocket. and inside...
he loved her. of course he loved her. was he in love with her? he was her knight. he was endlessly romantic and she wanted to desperately to be with him. he knew that.
could he take a lifetime of that?
she was so beautiful.
and so dependent.
she wasn't right for him. he knew there were women better suited for him. more spontaneous. quicker to laugh. more independent, women who he would truly be happy with.
she was just a girl.
she would be devastated.
but he could not be her happiness. not any more. finally, he knew, he would make the right choice. the box weighed heavy in his pocket. he would rid himself of it. and of her. and for the first time in years, he would feel free.
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