It was one of those days that you usually only see in the movies.  A beautiful, warm Spring afternoon, where the sunlight beamed down from the sky and illuminated the happy faces of people on the street.  

Everyone seemed to be smiling that day, including myself.  I hoped that the others were smiling for the same reason I was.  On this beautiful Spring day...I was in love.  Hopelessly, madly, and completely in love.

I nearly skipped across the street toward the coffee shop where I was supposed to meet Justin.  I caught glimpse of him perched atop a short brick wall at the side of the coffee shop.  

There were other patrons of the coffee shop all around him.  A woman in a large brimmed straw hat leaned against the wall a couple feet away, reading a fashion magazine.  A pair of women, obviously long-time friends, sat at a table with a faded blue umbrella over it talking animatedly over lattes, and a few feet away a young man fiddled with a video camera on a tri-pod, looking frustrated.

Even from afar my Justin was breathtaking.  Short-cropped brown hair, crystaline blue eyes, and finely chisled features that the light seemed to take joy in playing games with.  

There was a boquet of flowers resting on the wall next to him, and he kicked his feet back and forth like a little boy against the wall, keeping beat to some tempo no one else was hearing.

His head was down, and he looked distressed.  I felt a lump in my throat, knowing what was causing that look.  I swallowed it, and called out to him as I approached.

"Justin!  Hi sweetie!"

He looked up, and his frown turned into a genuine smile.  Stretching across his teeth, and threatening to engulf his whole face.

"There you are!"  He said, pushing himself down from his perch on the wall and picking up the boquet of flowers, "For you, Pretty lady."

I took them from him, and pulled them to my nose.

"White roses..." I laughed, "You remembered."

He reached up and touched my cheek with his fingertips.

"Soft and delicate...just like you are."  He lay a soft kiss on my lips.

I blushed, and the lady with the magazine looked up momentarily and smiled at us.

"Justin, baby..." I said, taking his hand and clutching it in mine, "We really need to talk..."

"No," He said, shaking his head with a slight scowl, "We don't."

"You know already, don't you?"  I asked him.

He nodded.

"When were you planning on telling me?"  He asked, looking dejected.

I looked deep into those soulful eyes of his.

"I was going to tell you this afternoon, Justin!  I swear it!"

He placed a finger against my lips.

"Honey, you should have known someone would slip up and spill it before this."

I nodded sadly.

"You're right."  I said quietly, suddenly feeling awful.

"I hope that now we can discuss this like adults."  He said, jamming his hands into his pockets.

"What is there to discuss?"  I asked, looking sadly at the roses...they looked as though they may have already started to wilt.

"So, you're really going?"  He asked finally.

"I know you, Justin."  I said, laying the boquet back down on the wall, and shifting my weight back and forth on my feet nervously, "You wouldn't try to stop me...not for this..."

He was quiet for a long moment, and then looked at me.  I could read the sadness in his eyes.

"Y'know what, Becky?"  He started, "You're right...I can't ask you to stay...that would be selfish of me."

"Then I guess there's no more to discuss..." I said, wanting nothing more at that moment than to leave...to get out from under the heavy weight of his gaze, "Justin, I can't do this now...I'll call you tomorrow..."

"Becky, wait.." He said, placing a hand on my shoulder as I tried to walk away from him.

"I can't ask you to stay...but I want you to know that I love you.  And I'll always love you, no matter what you decide to do."

I felt tears forming in my eyes, and knew I had to get away from him before he saw me cry.

"I know you do, Justin."  I told him, laying a kiss on his forehead, "And I love you, too."

By now most of the other patrons were watching me walk away, and I picked up speed in my gait as I started back for the cross-walk.

"Go after her!"  I heard one of the women at the table say to Justin as I pressed the button, and waited for the light to change.

I stepped out into the street and started out into it, only to be pulled back by a strong hand and embraced in a pair of loving arms.

"Becky..." He said into my hair, "Don't go..."

I buried my face in his chest, and inhaled the masculine scent of him.

"I don't want to go...but, this could be my chance Justin!"  I sobbed into his shirt, "You know how badly I want this."

He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back from him slightly.

"Marry me."  He said, staring directly into my eyes.

"Excuse me?"  I gasped, my hand fluttering about my throat.

"You heard me."  He repeated, "Marry me.  Stay here with me forever...or, take me to New York with you while you try to become a singer...either way...I want you to be my wife."

The ladies at the table applauded, and called out to me.

"Say yes!"  One of them yelled.

"He looks like a good enough guy, honey!"  The other one echoed.

The woman with the magazine had set it aside and was watching us instead, a melancholy smile on her face.

The young man behind the camera smiled, and zoomed in on us to get a better shot.

"Well?"  Justin asked me, his eyes hopefull.

"Yes, Justin..." I said hoarsely, "I'll marry you!"

He kissed me deeply amongst the whoops and hollers of our audience.

"Alright great!"  The guy with the video camera called out, "That's a wrap!  This should be perfect for my project, you two...thank you so much!"

Justin punched me playfully in the arm.

"Kissin' you wasn't as bad as I thought it would be!"  He teased.

I laughed, and grinned playfully at Steve.

"Couldn't you have found me a better looking leading man?"

Justin gasped and caught me in his arms, staring down into my eyes.

"I love you, you little pain in the ass."  He laughed, kissing me deeply.

I pulled my head back from our kiss and smiled at him.

"You're not acting this time are you?"

He shook his head.

"Not this time, pretty lady."  He said with a chuckle, "Let's get outta here...I hate the Hollywood crowd!"

He took my hand in his and lead me off the make-shift set...and back to our reality, which as far as I was concerned...was better than any script anyone could write.

THE END

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