Today is New Year's Eve, I am at the W Hotel in Manhattan with a boyfriend and I will call Liam.
We 've been together for over a year, and this is the moment I 've been waiting all my life: he's going to propose.
The night so far is perfect.
We just got back from the party.
Champagne is served in a silver bucket during room service.
Hand me a cup.
His green eyes and jet
He has black hair on his white dress.
I sat on the bed next to him and drew blood.
"I want to ask you one thing," he said . "
My heart is heavy as I gaze at the twinkling Manhattan skyline.
I put my hand under the pillow because I always imagine that when a man proposes, he will hide velvetbox there like an adult version of the tooth fairy.
But there's nothing under the pillow.
Maybe in his pocket.
I drink champagne. . .