"I'm sorry," I whisper to him. His face falls, and I quickly fall to my knees in front of him. I place my hands on his face and amend, "No, I mean, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I'm sorry for doubting you," his eyes begin to light up as he anticipates where I'm going with this. "And yes. Yes, I will marry you."
No sooner do I get the words out of my mouth does his lips cover mine.
I vaguely hear clapping and cheering from the people around us.
But none of that matters.
Justin is right.
All that matters is me and him.
Us.