The Proposal
It was my fault.
Last year I told my boyfriend if he ever wanted to propose he should do it under cherry trees.
Now it was cherry blossom season in Vancouver.
He asked me to meet him at Burrard Skytrain station Monday at noon under the cherry trees.
I got there just on time. I could see he was waiting nervously by the stairs, hands in his pockets.
As I walked towards him, he got down on one knee.
I stopped and looked down at him, in anticipation.
That's when I realized he was tying his shoelace.
He got up, saw me, and said, "It's over."
He turned around and disappeared in the station.
I stood there with my fists closed. Fuming.
That bastard had ruined cherry blossoms for me.
The Proposal was originally created in cowbird
