Alastair Worth's Journal. Part 3

June 2nd

She’s so lovely. I love the way the wind blows through her hair when we go out to our favorite hill behind our house. Oh that hill, what a wonderful hill. I remember when we first went up there all those years ago when we first moved in here. The leaves falling, golden brown; the clouds hanging softly in the sky, just like your hand as it laid softly and caressing in mine.

Remember when I proposed to you up there? You thought we’d be common law forever. Not a chance, you’re far too lovely not to have a ring on your finger. The smile on your face when I started saying "Will you…" was the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on.

It was at that very moment I realized how lucky I am. Lucky to have you, lucky to have all of this together with you, lucky that you love me too. I’ll love you until the day we grow old and grey. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’ll do everything I can to ensure that we’ll be happy until the day we die.