In My Desperate Time

In the crowded Prague Square, Frances and I are lost in our amorous kiss.

This kiss is sweet and fresh as ever many years later.

After the fierce kiss, Frances pulls me into the carriage, and we wander around the square.

I still stare at the ring on my finger and can't look away.

"Frances, where did you get this?"

I ask again.

My perseverance prevails and Frances explains to me, "I bought this ring at the auction that day."

An auction?

I remember Frances came back in a good mood then. It turns out it was because he obtained this ring.

It is safe to assume that he has been planning on proposing to me since then.

No wonder he has been acting so mysteriously these days. It has been about the upcoming proposal arranged in secret.

I am so touched by him.

and he

his life. I

every word that comes from Frances can make my

clichés become the

a flirtatious manner and lean against his shoulder, my heart filled with

all my displeasure from these

three days. Then Frances decides it is time to go home because a project in his company

parents, we get on the plane

the company, and I go home in

and Sabina still locks herself up

seems to make

me as soon as I enter

over,

notices the ring on my finger at a

Old Mr. Louis is familiar with antiques, so he naturally

even happier when

for

long flight that I fall asleep in

time. It is already five o'clock in the afternoon. Frances

The phone vibrates.