Proposal

I sit upon a soft bed, looking out upon the city lights of Tokyo, waiting. A ring with a glittering stone sits in a small blue box, waiting. This small unassuming blue box carries great weight, the future. In this future, a crossroad determined by one of the two simplest words known to humankind. A yes or a no, the crossroad decided. She is arriving, my heart, my dreams, my joy. The small blue box with the glittering ring is opened, my heart is opened, my future is opened. A simple word is spoken, yes.