Writing prompt

Writing Prompt

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Writing Prompt: Use this as your first sentence-

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He asked.
Original Photos- Hearts and Love

“Do you remember the first time we met?” He asked.

“Sure do. My sister called to me. You and her were in the living room and I was in my bedroom. I walked in without even acknowledging your existence, I looked at her and said “bad timing, Sarah.” Then I turned and walked out. You must have thought I was a bitch.”

He laughed. “I did not. How about I tell you what happened on my end?”

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“Sarah had been talking about her super successful writer sister that was coming to live with her. She talked about you non-stop for the two weeks leading up to you actually moving in. When you finally showed up, I felt as if I already knew you. I was nervous as I drove the way to your sister’s. My hands were literally shaking. My clothes were beginning to stick to me uncomfortably because of my sweat.

“Before I got out of my car, I checked my pits thinking I was going to need to change my shirt. Thankfully I had not sweat for that to be needed. My nerves stuck with me as I walked up to the door. I paused with my hand at the doorknob. I had walked into the house a million times, but I did not know if that needed to change with you now being at the house. I went with what was safe and knocked.

“When Sarah answered she chastised me for not walking in. Then laughed when she realized how nervous I was, “It’s not like we are dating.” She pointed out. Though she was right, what she did not realize is that all the talking we had done about you over the years made me feel something for you. I won’t call it love, because it wasn’t that, but it was something strong.

“Then she yelled for you to come join us. That was when I began to dislike my decision to not change my shirt when I had the chance.

“You eventually made it to us. The first thing I did was look at your eyes. The dark brown had a bit of a glistening gold. They were sad. So droopy and glassy as if you had been trying not to cry. I felt sorry for you. I wanted to give you a hug and tell you it would all be okay. But I could not. We were strangers. So instead I let you slip through my fingers. As we ached together and yet totally separate.

“What I am getting at is, I love you. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to be with you. I wanted the chance to steal your heart and to cherish it forever. Thank you, for giving me that opportunity.”

“I love my sappy man.” she said as she pulled the hulky guy to her.

“Clare, will you marry me?”

“I already told you to just ask me and that I would.”

A smile played at the corner of his lips as he pulled something from his pocket.

“Clare, I am asking you for real,” he held a simple ring up for her to see.

“Oh,” tears moistened her eyes. “I hadn’t,” her hand wiped indelicately at her cheeks. “Of course, John, of course I will marry you.”


That is all for today.

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