James shifted uncomfortably. "Yes. I'm in love with you. You're beautiful, smart, and probably the funniest person I've ever met. So...Will you marry me?"
Georgiana huffed. "I'm sorry, but I believe I have the inability to love. I've been hurt so much, my heart is pretty solid."
She turned toward the window, more willing to face the world than to face him.
"You men have it so easy." She nearly snarled. "Women are much more forgiving. They can handle the beer gut, and balding, and guess what? She'll still love him because of how he makes her feel. His stupid little jokes, and the way he compliments her choice of eyeshadow. How his eyes twinkle when he talks about his favorite book, or something that made him glad to be a man." She paused, slowly turning towards James. "But a man needs a tight ass and a skinny waist to feel secure." Her usual bright, alive, green eyes were filled with a cold sadness.
"I take back what I said earlier. I can love whole-heartily, but I've seen too many sunrises alone. I've been hit too many times. What bugs me most though, is how you're probably the best thing that's ever happened to me." Her eyes fell to the floor as he inched close to her.
"Georgi. Any feeling that you have for me, I assure you, I have them too." His hands gripped her shoulders. "I'm scared. I can barely breath around you, and I can't sleep. It takes me forever to get dressed in the morning because I want to look my best for you, because I know you would want the best of me."
Georgi's lip started to quiver.
Startled, James asked, "What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?"
She shook her head. "It's just, that nobody's ever looked at me like the way you just did. The beautiful things you just said. I don't know how I ever found anyone quite like you." She looked into his dark eyes, and she knew her answer.
She nodded, a tear slipped down her face. "Only promise you'll never leave me."
James smiled and threw his arms around her. "I love you."
"I love you." Georgi whispered.
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