Proposal

A dark haired man with a chiseled jaw, he wore a jacket to the beach that day. He walked with his girlfriend past the crowds until they were alone on an enclave of the beach.

Alone on the beach together, he ran his fingers through the ends of her dyed blond hair and gazed into her blue eyes. "I love you," he said in a low, gentle voice.

She smiled softly at him as the blue waves crashed into the white sand. "I love you, too," she promised proudly as she leaned forward to kiss him on the lips.

He pulled her close to him and pecked her lips quickly, but soon he had crumpled unevenly to the ground. She looked down at him for a moment in confusion. He had fallen dramatically to one knee. Clumsily as he knelt in the gritty sand, he pulled the a small jewelry box out of his jacket pocket.

"It was my mother's diamond," he explained, pushing the box toward the end of her extended fingers. "Will you marry me?" he asked, gazing at her pretty face as it began to understand the situation.

"Of course I will!" she exclaimed in delight, popping the box open with her manicured fingers to see an antique diamond sitting on a pillow. "We will have to get this set," she said with great decision in her voice. Overwhelmed with joy, she started running back toward the car. "Where's my phone? I can't wait to tell my family!"