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May. 7th, 2007 02:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
his_sarah_janeWho has made you smile recently?
[ooc: Like so many other people’s responses this week, based on RP events. In this case, RP events are Milliways Bar related canon.]
Day 77, Journal 5.
He’s sleeping right now and I don’t dare wake him. We kept each other up late last night. Later than any other night we’ve spent together, I suspect. But it is all in good reason. An absolutely wonderful reason, I’d like to say, one that I never suspected and wish that I could play over again and again in my memories.
You see, he proposed last night. James asked me to marry him, and without hesitation I said yes. I said yes to something I had decided to never say yes to again years ago. I said yes and I didn’t think twice. I never thought that I was capable of doing that. Or feeling that sort of overwhelming joy that I thought only applied to those daft romance novels where the heroine swoons all over the man of her dreams.
I don’t like fancying myself one of those women, though. James… Oh, I don’t think he was the man of my dreams (to be honest, I doubt I ever had one), but he’s certainly become that. He’s become what I wanted in a way I never expected. He doesn’t have a blue police box or a barmy smile or a long scarf and silly hat. He has… a flat in London and a scarred past that still leaves him so vulnerable. But he has a smile that’s simply amazing those rare moments he shares it with the world. And whenever he shares it with me, all I can do is smile widely in return.
It’s only been two months – maybe a little more, and now we’re engaged. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m thinking.I have absolutely no idea how I’ll explain this to the Doctor. How I can even tell him that… it’s bloody ridiculous. This is bloody ridiculous. It’s not like…he’s the Doctor…but sometimes I wonder if I do see him that way. He makes me smile, much like James does. But a smile from James can last forever. A smile from him
That whole flipping train of thought is mad. I’ve crossed it out because it’s certainly the last thing I ought to be thinking right now. I meant it when I told James that he’s become the most important person in my life. This isn’t a time for doubts to come rushing in. It's a time to savour what I feel towards James, how much I love him and absolutely adore being loved by him in return.
Last night, James asked me to marry him. As silly as it might sound, that unexpected moment was one of the best moments in my life. The light in his eyes and the look on his face and the hope in his voice – I won’t ever forget any of that.
And most of all, I won’t forget how it made me smile. And how it’s still making me smile right now, hours and kisses and champagne bottles later.
[ooc: Like so many other people’s responses this week, based on RP events. In this case, RP events are Milliways Bar related canon.]
Day 77, Journal 5.
He’s sleeping right now and I don’t dare wake him. We kept each other up late last night. Later than any other night we’ve spent together, I suspect. But it is all in good reason. An absolutely wonderful reason, I’d like to say, one that I never suspected and wish that I could play over again and again in my memories.
You see, he proposed last night. James asked me to marry him, and without hesitation I said yes. I said yes to something I had decided to never say yes to again years ago. I said yes and I didn’t think twice. I never thought that I was capable of doing that. Or feeling that sort of overwhelming joy that I thought only applied to those daft romance novels where the heroine swoons all over the man of her dreams.
I don’t like fancying myself one of those women, though. James… Oh, I don’t think he was the man of my dreams (to be honest, I doubt I ever had one), but he’s certainly become that. He’s become what I wanted in a way I never expected. He doesn’t have a blue police box or a barmy smile or a long scarf and silly hat. He has… a flat in London and a scarred past that still leaves him so vulnerable. But he has a smile that’s simply amazing those rare moments he shares it with the world. And whenever he shares it with me, all I can do is smile widely in return.
It’s only been two months – maybe a little more, and now we’re engaged. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m thinking.
That whole flipping train of thought is mad. I’ve crossed it out because it’s certainly the last thing I ought to be thinking right now. I meant it when I told James that he’s become the most important person in my life. This isn’t a time for doubts to come rushing in. It's a time to savour what I feel towards James, how much I love him and absolutely adore being loved by him in return.
Last night, James asked me to marry him. As silly as it might sound, that unexpected moment was one of the best moments in my life. The light in his eyes and the look on his face and the hope in his voice – I won’t ever forget any of that.
And most of all, I won’t forget how it made me smile. And how it’s still making me smile right now, hours and kisses and champagne bottles later.
