I see you after what seems like a lifetime of not seeing you. I missed you. I missed you a lot. I like seeing you. I know that. I was staring at you. I saw a little smile on your face. These words came out of me on their own. "Say. If in five years, you're single. Will you marry me?" I was looking at you but then I couldn't decipher your look, your face or your answer to that question. I just knew that I was going to be in suspense until I hear from you about it / again. I don't know what to hope for. I'm hoping for a positive answer though.