So Different
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“I love you, Mariah. I want to marry you,” he said.
“Say it again,” she said and he laughed.
“Te Amor, ¿Quieres casarte conmigo?” he asked.
“What is that, Spanish? You speak Spanish? You never told me that. What does that mean?”
“I love you, will you marry me,” he said.
“Si,” she said and he laughed.
He reached for her wrists. “I’ve learned a little bit of Braille, too,” he said, running his fingers around the tattoo on her right arm. “This one says ‘Love is.’ ” He reached for her other wrist. “And this one says, ‘Acceptance is.’ ” He let them both go and, pushing her forward, gently to read the two lines of Braille letters that were at the top of her back, running his fingers over them as he talked.
“ ‘The keys to my heart,’ ” he said and pulled her back into his chest.
“How did you find the meaning?” she asked, clearly surprised.
“I have my ways,” he said.
“I love you,” she said, settling back against his chest, not sure what to do or to say, except “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he said. He kissed the top of her head, sat back, and then put his arms around her. “This turned out well, didn’t it? You and me.”
She laughed and said, “It sure did.”