and then the game begins.
We snuggle together in front of the screen. I knew he was the one when he would watch me practice my Zumba routines before teaching my weekly class. He would join me, in front and dance with me, during Zumbathons. He was one of the groomsmen, at his brother's wedding, and I was one of the bridesmaids. That isn't where we met, but where we danced together for the first time. Down the aisle, salsa right and left.
I like the way he spins me around with our hands grasped together overhead. One hand above and one hand to catch me on my hip.
The buzzer rings and he buzzes someone up.
"Another pizza?", I ask. He holds the box. "I wanted more", he said. I laugh. "You want some" and he opens the box. The pepperoni, on the pizza, spells out - Will You? The song plays on the speakers. "Oh my God". Tears run down my face. My heart beat quickens, I can't seem to breathe. He gets down on one knee. I ask if he asked my father. Our life together shares a moment where pizza, a song and baseball collide. He is my hero, my partner and my everything.
I don't know why I think of the wedding vows from G.O.T.
“In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.”
Father. Smith. Warrior. Mother. Maiden. Crone. Stranger. I am his/hers, and s/he is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.
He is the "guy behind the guy". The inclination of something better when all was lost and hope dissolved. I can't believe we found each other to carve out a story where we become one.
