Floyd's parents were waiting for us on the other side. "Congratulations. You crossed the bridge. We didn't know if you were going to be able to make it."
"Neither did I," I told them and they laughed.
"Lyndi, come with me. I want to talk with you." Floyd sounded so serious.
So this is it. This is when he tells me that it's been fun but he's dumping me. We left his parents on the other side of that lookout tower and walked over to the other side. Well, I'm not going to cry. Oh, who am I kidding. I love him; I'm going to bawl like a baby.
He cupped my hands in both of his. "Lyndi, we've known each other for several months now."
"But I just don't love you," I imagined him saying. My mind was so full of worry that I barely heard him.
"Things seem to be going okay," he told me.
My world began to spin. All I could do was nod. I guess he took that as I sign that I was understanding him because he continued, "I love you with my whole heart and."
What is he saying? What does he mean? I don't understand.
"I want to marry you."
He wants to... What?
"Lyndi, what I'm trying to say... What I want to ask you is, will you marry me?"
Then his words slowly started to make sense. He...wants...to...marry...me. The heavens opened, angels sang, doves flew, the entire world rejoiced--but I think that was all in my head. I wanted to dance. I wanted to jump around wildly. But then I remembered where I was and kept my feet firmly planted on that piece of lumber that was balanced on a few tiny boards a million miles in the air. The most I could do was lean over to him and give him a tight squeeze. "Can I think it over." I said because I wanted to make him laugh.
It worked. He laughed. We kissed. And then I said, "Of course, are you kidding. You don't have to ask me twice."
He dug into his jacket pocket. "You know." He pulled out a box. "This is the reason the security guards stopped me." He opened the box. "This is the reason we almost didn't make it out of the airport." A diamond caught a ray of sun.
"But we did," I said, between giggles. "And we made it across that bridge. And now... And now we're..."
We said the word together. "Engaged."
"But I only have one question," I said. "With our heads in the clouds, how are we going to be able to make it back across that bridge?"
"Together," he told me--and we did. And we still are...
