“Well, it isn’t entirely my fault, bu..”
“Nope, not how you start an apology.”
“Oh come on, just accept that if you hadn’t been testing my ahem-fondness- for you, we wouldn’t have been here in the first place!”
“Fondness? Fondness is what you feel for me? It has been two years Momo, and you still can’t say Love?”
“Zee, you know I do, come on, I just don’t like that word. Eugh. It makes me loathe every romance in history. It's condescending, overused, and extremely… wait! Where are you going! Zee, stop!”
“Go on. And on. And on. About how much you dislike the word love and probably even feeling it, you heartless, insolent, irritating... ugh! I can't even think of a word suited for your mannerisms! Until I get a full fledged, meaningful, heartfelt apology, we’re not having another conversation, and that's that!”
“hmmph!” Zee stomps up the stairs, into the master bedroom and…
*Momo looks expectantly up the banister*
“AND I WASN’T TESTING YOUR STUPID LOVE.. I MEAN FONDNESS..I JUST ASKED IF YOU WERE PUT IN A SITUATION WHERE YOU WOULD HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND SOMEONE BETTER, WHAT YOU WOULD DO. YOU’RE THE ONE WHO THREW A HISSY FIT AND STARTED YELLING!”
*door slam and lock*
*under their breath* “Maybe if you didn’t question my love..”
*voice trails off*
Momo withdraws into the study, pulls out some paper and ink, and starts scribbling.
*more paper crumpling*
Darling Zee, I
*paper crumpling yet again*
“Why is this so hard, oh my god.”
Momo slept in the guest room that night. Zee refused to open the master bedroom door.
The following morning, Zee finds a letter on the floor of the bedroom. Momo must have slipped it under the door. Half smiling, she opens it. It reads:
You know how much I loathe writing. But, if this is what will let me back into the bedroom, *sigh*, here it is.
I’m sorry my love. I really am. I reacted harshly.
I love you. Please don’t ask “wHy dO yOu lOvE mE”, but since I know you will, I think I love you because everytime I see you, I swear that you only get prettier. You make me smile even when you don’t say anything. Your eyes are the most beautiful ones I have ever seen. They are like a deep, honeyed sea into which I can dive. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Not a day goes by without you insulting me. I really am obsessed with you, in a way I have never been before.
I know things are changing. I have to leave soon. But it's going to be okay. I have you by my side. And even though I don’t say it very often, I do love you. You know how pathetic my expression is.
I’m not going to make this too long because I don’t know what else to say and just eh. But I hope things can go back to normal. Please, the guest bedroom really sucks and I missed you. The bed just seemed so empty.
I love you Zee.
And before I forget, I left something outside the door. I couldn’t think of a better time to give you that, and ask if you would Marry Me?
P.S. Please, I'm sorry for the grammatical errors, don't come @ me. I tried very hard.
Momo too finds a letter on the floor of the guest bedroom. “Zee must have slipped it under the door”, he thinks, half smiling. He opens it. It reads:
I know how much you loathe writing and reading my writing, but I know no better way of expressing myself, so sigh, here goes.
I’m sorry. (hmmph). I reacted rather harshly.
I love you, which is why things bother me the way they do. I can’t seem to keep up with the pace with which things are changing. I do wish you’d understand that. This is big. Really big. I know you have the maturity and understanding of a 12 year old child. You’re just an ass and you drive me insane. The best part is that I’m used to it. And I love it. Just please try stepping into my shoes?
Okay that's enough, I’m not going to bore you to sleep.
But I hope things can go back to normal. The bed was so empty. I missed you taking up all the space and pulling the blanket off of me.
I love you Momo.
Get your ass here so I can kiss you. It's been a long night. Please get breakfast on your way up and pretend to cajole me so I can throw about a little more weight, hehe. Thanks.
Just as Momo read Zee’s final words, he heard, “I WILL MARRY YOU, YOU DUMB OAF. GET UP HERE!”
“You can’t just buy me a ring and propose everytime you screw up”, said Zee, Momo holding her close.
“Yeah sweetheart I know. But then there’s always necklaces and earrings and …” Momo says, tucking a strand of hair behind Zee’s ears, looking into her “honey brown eyes”, grabbing her waist, and kissing her to finish the sentence.
Editor: Ananya Chaure