Page 129 of Flirtasaurus
And she gave us a chance to be together.
I think I have officially found my new spirit animal.
As Ralph and I continue to walk, I squeeze his hand and say, “You know what I just realized?”
“What’s that?”
“Remember when you said you were at space camp, thinking about me, while I was on the jungle gym thinking about you?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I was like nine when I used to do that.”
“Okay…”
“So that would put you at around fifteen.”
“And your point is?”
“That you were a bit of a creep back then, don’t you think?”
“Oh, come on! I was… transcending time!”
“Transcending time, huh?” I laugh.
“Yes! I was! I was conjuring the… the future version of you. The now version. This one. This woman right here, who I freaking love.”
He holds my face in his hands and kisses me.
“I love you too, boo,” I say.
All of a sudden, he gets weird. Weird and fidgety.
“What’s going on? What’s your problem,” I ask.
“No problem. But I, uh… I have something for you.”
He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small square box, and gets down on one knee.
And what do I do?
I completely flip my shit.
“NO! DON’T DO IT! THINGS ARE PERFECT RIGHT NOW. DON’T RUIN IT!!!!”
My voice bounces around the crater, echoing for what feels like miles.
When the reverberations finally go silent, Ralph looks up at me.
His face twists but not in embarrassment. Not in sadness, either. Nope, the dude’s face is twisted up in hysterical laughter.
“What the hell?” I ask. My emotions are all over the place.
“Oh, you kill me. You absolutely slay me,” he puffs out while catching his breath. “Open it, you dork.”
I take a deep breath and open the box. A tiny metallic dinosaur gleams up at me.
“A Tyrannosaurus Rex key ring,” I say in awe.
