Every time I read Captain's Surrender, I squeak. I must have read it three, four, five times by now, and everytime, I positively squeal at the words, "Peter Kenyon, will you marry me?"
It's gotten to the point where I read the book just for the pleasure of those six words.
It's a silly thing, really. A mere trifle. And yet every time, it delights me to the core. I can't help but grin from the sheer romance of it. The beauty of it, just...oh!
If you have something like that, something silly and simple that makes you so happy you could cry...well, that's special. Don't ever let it go.
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