I’m sure you don’t remember
That day when I saw you at the grocery store
It was three years ago
I had just seen you somewhere else
Sometimes I like to spend quarters
At the gumball machines
(High stakes finance these days)
I was trying to get a real gemstone ring
(They’re real to me)
But I kept ending up with plastic
Claddagh
Puffy hearts
A slug (?)
And initial rings that looked like candy
I was concentrating
Crouched in front of the gumball machine
Turning the silver knob
Hoping for the gemstone
Just like when I was a kid
And I got a real mood ring
Anyway
I heard
“Two times in one day?“
I knew your voice instantly
I turned my head to look at you
Standing there with a grin
As you blocked the egress
And old ladies tutted you
You were oblivious
Your cart filled with toilet paper
“I’m busy getting a gemstone
And you’re blocking traffic“
I couldn’t help but smile
My tone fake stern
The people behind you were forming a 15 person queue
You left and I went back to spinning the silver dial
Kind of like Russian Roulette with quarters
Anyway
The next spin got me a puffy plastic blue initial ring that looked like candy
It was your initial
I had no more quarters
I went to my car and loaded it up
I saw your car still there in the parking lot
A thought popped into my head
I giggled and grabbed the ring
I ran to your car
You were surprised
Out of breath
I said
“Here, this is for you
It’s a real gemstone”
You were perplexed, but took it
I turned to run back to my car
Smiling
You yelled after me
“Hey, does this mean we’re engaged?”
I turned around
Far away now
“Yeah!” I yell-laughed
I giggled all the way back to my car
Maybe we should get married
At the playground?

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What a lovely poem! Really nice 😊
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Thank you😊
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Oh this is wonderful!! So so playful and free.
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Thank you, Stephanie! 😊
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Very cute indeed. Hunting for gemstones and an engagement all in one shot. Sounds like a full day. 😉
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A woman’s work is never done🤣
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Indeed?
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Indeed.
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That’s my line. 🤨
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But yours was a question. Mine was an answer. 🤨
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Really? 🤨
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Really. 🤨
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Really 🙄
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Really 😑
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Really…
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“Really.”
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Really.
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(Really.)
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*really*
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https://really.com
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O rly?
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😑
⭕️ – 🎣 – E
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🙄🙄🙄
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😏
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🤨
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Your poem is wonderful. The way you captured the innocence and romance is incredibly cute.
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Thank you, Edward. I was hoping to capture that. Even as adults, we can and should play. 😊
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Yes, indeed.
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“RussianRoulette, with quarters” I like that!
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Thanks, Rob!
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I name my car too or my kids do! My husband has a black SUV named Toothless after my daughter’s favorite childhood movie. I’m currently driving a white car called my, “Baby Prius.” Loved your post!
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Thanks! Toothless for a car name is epic. Baby Prius sounds cute.
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Aww! Cute! I love this sweet story!
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Thanks! It was a fun time. 😊
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