| Brock and I were eating dinner in a fancy restaurant and I was staring into Brock’s big blue eyes. He’s always been one of my best friends, ever since I made it into the company, and now I’m happy to say that we’re more then friends. We’d been going out for years it seemed but it had only been one year, it was our one year anniversary actually. Brock makes me so happy, I could just stay with him for the rest of my life and be content. The restaurant had a dance floor and were playing slow songs. Brock smiled at me, and extended his hand to me in invitation. I smiled sweetly and we stood up to go to the dance floor. Right after we made it to the dance floor our song “Raining On Sunday” by Keith Urban came on. I’m a big Keith Urban fan so Brock was forced to listen to this song over and over along with the rest of Keith’s Golden Road cd. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: It ticks just like a Timex It never lets up on you Who said life was easy The job is never through It'll run us 'til we're ragged It'll harden our hearts And love could use a day of rest Before we both start falling apart ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I wrapped my arms around Brocks neck and got as close a possible to him. When the chorus started Brock started singing into my ear softly. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy We'll hide under the covers all afternoon Baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it's raining on Sunday :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I sighed, Brock’s so sweet to me. I’m sure if I asked him if we could act out this video he wouldn’t mind a bit. The video is so beautiful, I’ll definetly have Brock watch that and tell him I want to do just that with him, hide under the covers all afternoon. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Your love is like religion A cross in Mexico And your kiss is like the innocence Of a prayer nailed to a door Oh surrender in much sweeter When we both let it go Let the water wash our bodies clean And love wash our souls :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Brock’s the one constant in my life. All hell could break loose and he’d still be there for me no matter what. I love him so much, so much more then he knows. I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Without thinking I put my head on Brock’s shoulder and sighed contently. “You okay Sweets?” “I’m more then okay Brock. You make me more then okay.” Brock looked at me confused but he just rubbed my back reassuringly, knowing that somehow doing that soothed me. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy We'll hide under the covers all afternoon Baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it's raining on Sunday :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: *Brock’s thoughts* She makes me so happy, happier then I’ve ever been, happier then I’ll ever be. I don’t know what I would do without her. I smiled, I won’t have to know what I’d do without her. I’d made sure of that. I reached into my front pocket of my coat to made sure that it was still there. I sighed when I felt it, knowing that it was now or never, if she turned me down I would be heart broken but if she didn’t then I’d be the happiest man in the world. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Pray that it's raining on Sunday Stormin' like crazy We'll hide under the covers all afternoon Baby whatever comes Monday Can take care of itself 'Cause we got better things that we could do When it's raining on Sunday ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I pulled back from her embrace, “Sweets?” “Brock?” I smiled sweetly at her, “You make me the happiest man on earth. I can’t picture my life without you. Will you marry me?” :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: My eyes got wide, and my mouth opened, I looked down at Brock, who had some how gotten on one knee throughout his little speech. I smiled and a tear ran down my face, “Yes! Of course I will. I Love you Brock.” “I Love you too Sweets.” And then he slipped the ring on my finger and we kissed for the first time as an engaged couple. Neither of us paid any attention to the others in the restaurant who were clapping for us. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: When it's raining on Sunday When it's raining on Sunday Let it rain :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: THE END |
| Raining On Sunday |