The Writers' Circle

Swirling churning, circling. My stomach somersaulted with disbelief. Did he really say that? Did he mean it?  Is he sure? My mind whirred at the thought of it all and the possibilties spiralled endlessly into the distance like a star exploding into its magnificent brightness.

My palms were damp with sweat. I looked at my shaking hands, my heart was racing. "Say it again" The words whispered across the room echoeing in the moonlit night, my voice quivering in the silence.   He walked toward me framed by in the moonlit to a perfect silhouette of man.  

"Will you be my wife?" he voice softly caressed me as reached for my hand.  He eyes sparkled with passion and he looked into my eyes. "Yes" I whispered from deep inside "Yes".