The answers are in the stars... (A very short story. With only 1 picture.)

[Amigo]

She stood in front of the mirror and started to correct her make up. She was already looking gorgeous, her long blonde hair falling graciously over her shoulders.

There was a small window inside the lady's room, and on the corner of her eyes, she saw the stars out at night, and they were lining up to make the letter Y, and she thought it was peculiar.

She added the final touch on her soft lips and walked back to the table, where her boyfriend was waiting.

On her way back to the table, she was thinking about the stars she saw and she wondered if it could have meant something, and she had asked herself what Y could mean, and she thought it could have meant YES.

As soon as she took her seat, I mustered all my couraged and asked her on my bended knees,

"Ms. Taylor Swift, will you marry me?"




The diamond on the ring shone like the stars.

And she had remembered seeing the stars, lining up the sky to make a big Y, and she said,

"Yes."

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The end.

Please don't shoot me.

[fjp999]

[COLOR="Purple"]Awwwwwww. So cute!

But why the "shoot me" thing? Do we all come off as violent here [/COLOR]

[marshlander]

No, but I seem to remember some pretty serious lit crit a while ago :eek:

[Amigo]

When I said 'Don't shoot me', it meant,

Don't hate me because I'm marrying gorgeous Ms. Taylor Swift. :biggrin: