Tuesday, October 1, 2013

The Ringing Bell...14

Bell: Thanks a lot, I am leaving, bye.
Ryan: Bell!
Ryan (seriously): Marry me!
Bell: What? Why?
Ryan: I was just thinking what is the best that I can do for you? I got the answer.
Bell (angrily): I think you are just being compassionate. You just want to sympathize with me.
Ryan: Love, I don’t sympathize for whom I care & whom I love. For them, it’s me, my life, everything in me, for them, whom I love & you are the one whom I love like a maniac.
Bell: It’s very hard for me to believe.
Ryan: I know my dear, my awkward behavior has compelled you to think like that. But, now I must confess, I just want to love you. I swear this rose that you gave me, that poem I wrote for you, that view of Alps, this snow that makes you look so beautiful that I want to love you, just you, my dearest. I wish to make you the happiest girl of this world.

In all this adventure, they both had come out of car & now standing in garden.



Bell: Ryan, are you not frightened?
Ryan: Your love is the most precious jewel in my life, it’s my strength to fight & get over everything & every moment it helps me to live & love you & this beautiful life with you. (Sitting before Bell) Marry me, Bell. I love you & I love you, more than my life.
Bell: Dear, you are getting too emotional!!
Ryan: I am emotional only for my love, my sweetheart, my Bell! She has my heart, my life & my every thing in her heart.
Bell: Love, you are going crazy!
Ryan started to look for a flower in the garden)
Ryan: I am crazy after you!!! (Taking out Bell’s rose)   

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling,
with anyone other than you.

So, my dearest Bell, marry me. 

Bell (smiling): Goodness, you have become a real poet!!
Ryan (sitting before her & giving her the rose): In your love, my mistress, my princess, my love.

Bell (taking the rose & smiling): Sweetheart, will you not like to kiss your bride!!!

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