So it was really happening......

Here I was, on bended knees, on the stone streets of Paris on a rainy day, I can see the outline of the Eiffel Tower behind you, I’m almost tempted to look back at it,maybe I can draw from the strength of other men who had done this on the same spot.

I’m not sure how we got here, it was all a blur,i can’t even remember getting the ring, it suddenly felt heavy,two fingers were not doing it, or maybe I just wanted to hide the quiver in my fingers.... I stared up at your no make up face, it was just perfect, the innocence gets to me every time.

I realised I was stalking, just like a 80s mix tape, that starts with that awkward whirring before the real fun starts...

For no reason I thought of Jack and Rose, you know from the “Titanic” I always wondered why Jack was so stupid, he could have just pushed a dead person of a piece of wood and lay on it, he could have lived but nah, he stayed in the damn water, I wondered if I’m doing the same, cos she’s standing under an umbrella and I’m soaking wet (my guys would have a huge laugh)

Get on with it! I finally told myself. I took your tiny big palms, placed a kiss on it and said here goes nothing......

Mrs, I want you to tell my where your soul itches, I’ll give it a quick scratch while I blow dry the paint off your toes.

I’ll drink about three pots of coffee, so I can listen to you talk about that new nerdy article you read on medium.

I saw a 12 piece make up brush set, I was wondering if you could show me what the big fluffy one is used for.... I can’t seem to figure it out on my own.

I’m a tailor, I can pick the kids from school, you can drop them off, I don’t want them thinking mummy doesn’t have their time and don’t worry, I’ll make sure they do their homework but you know you have to deal with the math.

I can’t promise you a mansion but whatever we call home, we can make a roaster, you don’t have to do all the work.

I’ll take notes on how to love you, while we talk over that new recipe I watched on YouTube.

I won’t raise my voice against you when you annoy me, that’s what nibbling your ears are for.

I have no idea why I’m doing this, but I know the smile on your face and the fact that you have not said I don’t know, means I’m doing just fine…… I was running out of words.

I took a deep breath, wipe my face with my left jacket sleeve,as the rain drenched my umbrella sized eyelashes, at this point, the cold has getting to me. She looked at me and shook her head with that wide smile that gets her in trouble, Yes! Yes!! Yes!!! Were the words that came out of her mouth.

I slipped the rain sprinkled ring into her finger, I was still contemplating if it was appropriate to hug her when she grabbed me, I suddenly felt warm, I hugged her tightly , turned her around and stared at the Eiffel Tower, finally there you are Eiffel Tower (I wondered if it was going to turn upside down like it did in “HOME").

She whispered into my ears..... So,what do you want in return? Well that was my manifesto, I said, I guess it’s your turn.

She was about to say something smart, when from a very indiscernible distant, I heard the Adhan for Fajr.... Allahu Akbar.......

I turned to my left and saw my phone vibrating, I woke up with mixed feelings, did I just save myself or was I glad I took that grand step, well, i’m not sure I’m going to know, it was 5:22am,time to start my day. Some dreams just are just the perfect way to kick start your day.