Officially Official

     The other day, I broke off my engagement with my lover, Earnest. I wrote him a letter stating how it would only be appropriate and that all engagements must be broken off at least once to be considered more serious. I then responded to myself through Earnest's point of view begging for us to stay together. But by the end of the week, we were back together and more in love than we were before. I thought that was a big relief but weeks later, my Earnest appeared unexpectedly to our family manor. When I learned of who he was, my heart fluttered and skipped one too many beats. Our eyes connected the moment I saw him and his smile was the light at the end of a dark tunnel. I was overjoyed that he knew who I was. His love for me was not there YET; I could tell that it soon would be due to the look in his eyes. As the sun grew closer to the end of its appearance in the sky, Earnest and I grew closer as well. The most shocking thing happened though. When my dear Uncle Jack returned from his trip a few days earlier than expected, he claimed that Earnest had been killed in Paris. Confusion overtook my thoughts. How could my love be dead when I was just simply staring into his eyes not too long ago. When Earnest appeared, Uncle Jack looked as if he had seen a ghost. After the confusion was cleared up, Earnest announced he was staying for a week and I knew this was my opportunity to get him to fall in love with me. As the days passed on, Earnest and I grew closer. Taking a stroll one day, Earnest proposed to me. I then concluded by telling him of our engagement and the look on his face was horrifying. Once I explained my logic behind it, he was fine. It is official; my Earnest is officially MY Earnest!