The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Twelve.

“We should do that,” I whispered to Chloe. “We should just have a day of watching all the old movies and..”

Chloe hushed me again. 

“Yeah, sometimes she drives me insane with all the little things that she does but I wouldn’t change anything about her,” the voice continued. “She’s perfect.”

“Why?” I asked Chloe. “It’s just an advertisement for one of them really cheesy romantic films like The Notebook.”

“Would you just shut up?” Chloe laughed, shoving her hand across my mouth.

“Why?” I tried to ask her but the sound of my voice got muffled by her hand as she covered my mouth to make me stop talking and watch the advertisements instead.

“I met her when we were both young. She was this little shy girl but we just clicked straight away. And from there we became best friends and then fell in love,” the voice on the screen carried on. 

“What does she mean to you?” another voice asked.

The image on the screen switched onto a boy sat on a sofa, looking directly into the camera lens. 

“Oh my god,” I said.

“She’s my world. She’s my everything. She taught me how to love. Before I met her I never knew what people meant by when they said ‘love’ – love songs were just songs and love movies were just movies but now? Now I know what love is. I can’t imagine life without her by my side. I’ve been so close to losing her so many times but I never want to lose her.. ever.”

I sat staring at the screen in amazement. “What the fuck is going on?” I asked.

Chloe grinned at me. “Just watch,” she hushed to me.

“We’ve got this beautiful baby together and life really is perfect,” the boy on the screen smiled, still looking straight into the camera. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“What are you trying to say then?” the voice asked from behind the camera, as if they were interviewing the boy sat on the sofa. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is..”

The film on the screen cut out, leaving the complete cinema in darkness. 

“I guess what I’m trying to say is..”

Suddenly a light shone from behind me and hit the floor space just in front of the black cinema screen like a spotlight. To my surprise, the boy that was on the screen a few seconds ago was stood in the middle of the spotlight, smiling back up at me, holding a microphone to his mouth. George.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is she’s the only girl for me. She’s the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and she’s the last thing I think of before I fall asleep at night,” George continued to say as he walked up the steps towards the back of the cinema where me and Chloe were sat; the spotlight following him with every step he made closer towards us. “Not only is she the weirdest girl that I’ve ever met but she’s the most caring, sweetest, funniest.. and the most beautiful girl I have ever met.” 

Tears appeared in my eyes as George reached our row and began to make his way down the row towards our seats. “I’m glad she’s a little weird though,” he grinned as he grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up to stand in front of him. “I’m a little weird; we’re all a little weird and life’s a little weird. But when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

Standing in front of him, I couldn’t stop grinning as he said all these things, looking deep into my eyes as he said them, meaning every word he spoke. George handed over his microphone to Chloe, who was sat watching this with tears in her eyes. Grabbing a box out of his pocket, he held hold of my hand with his other hand as we gently lowered himself onto one knee.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is..” George paused as he looked up at me with a huge smile across his face. “Samantha Leona Jones, will you be crazy enough to marry me?”

Without even a moment of hesitation, I nodded. “Yes,” I beamed.

Opening up the box in his hand, George revealed the same ring as the one I fell in love with when he proposed the last time beneath the Rockefeller Christmas tree two years ago in New York. “And this time,” he laughed as he slid the ring onto my finger. “This time we’ll actually go through with it. I promise.”

“I love you so much,” I grinned as he stood up and wrapped his arms around me. 

“I love you more,” he whispered as he picked me up.

“I love you,” Chloe joked, hugging her bag of popcorn.