I was trembling in anticipation when you said you wanted to come over and talk with me face-to-face. I thought for sure you were going to ask me to marry you. But instead you told me you were breaking up with me. How could I possibly have been so wrong?
You said that it wasn’t me, it was you. You said that we come from two different worlds and that you’re not good enough for me. But my darling, nothing could be further from the truth. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I know you think I’m extravagant, and, yes, I can be. That’s just how I was raised. My family has money and I never wanted for anything. But that’s all behind me now. All of that, the money, the excesses, is trivial compared with what you and I have together.
The thoughts in my mind right now are horribly disorganized. But I promise you, I can get my act together. I can stop being frivolous. Please, my darling, I’m not too proud to get down on my hands and knees and beg you to stay. Please don’t break up with me. Let me prove to you we can reach unimaginable heights together.
And one last thing, my beloved, if you agree to marry me, I promise that my father will give you a seven figure dowry and won’t require you to sign a prenup.
You see, my darling, I knew I could persuade you to see things my way.
Written for these prompts: EM’s Weekly Word (trembling), Your Daily Word Prompt (extravagant), The Daily Spur (trivial), My Vivid Blog (disorganized), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (beg), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (break).