He finished it the only way he could. A love note with the proposal at the end of it, tucked into the book she was reading. An ace, straight down the middle, he figured. A stake as the arrow flies into cupid’s heart.
He did not lose it because he fumbled, or that his plan wasn’t ingenious. He did not lose it because it was all an accident, a fluke, the whole lot of it. He was gutted because she wasn’t ready. Her words. She said ‘No’. Even the hundred billion brain cells in his head agreed with him. It made no sense. How now?