Just Another Tuesday

I don't really have anything to say today. I just need something to kill a little time before I'm off to being busy again. So I'll present one of the longest poems I've written to date. It's fictional, yet again. And honestly, I'm not sure why or where I came up with the idea for this. I just started writing one day in class in high school when I was bored. No, that was not an uncommon occurrence. Anyway, here it goes.

Expected
I take my seat.
Order the usual.
One cup of Darjeeling, with
Two buttermilk biscuits.
I silently stare out the
Window and watch the rain.
Your call was unexpected
At the least.
"I need to talk to you."
Not exactly the
Kindest words in the
English language.
I know what's coming
Next. You've been
Quiet lately, and
Distant when we talk.
You've been avoiding me.
All the obvious signs
It's over, that's the end.
I see you making your
Way from the parking lot.
My breath catches.
I'd know that walk
Just about anywhere, anytime.
As much as I'm trying to
Brace myself for
The expected words,
You still warm my soul.
Like the sun in
The dead of winter,
I love the sight of you.
You make your way
To the table, shaking
The rain off.
Taking your seat, you
Smile at me.
I feel a pull in my chest.
How will I live without you?
You order the usual,
Coffee w/two sugars and 
Buttermilk pancakes as
I watch your
Form in silence.
As the waitress leaves,
You stop and stare into
My eyes.
God, why do you have
To make me feel this way?
If you're gonna end it,
Then just end it.
"Gosh, how do I say this?"
Well, your first sentence
Is really reassuring.
"I think...well, um, I
Think we need to look
At where this is going.
We haven't really had the
Best of luck when 
It comes to this
Relationship and our lives
And I think we need 
To decide something."
The steady drizzle
Outside becomes a 
Downpour.
I want so much to
Look away, but your
Eyes have me hypnotized.
"Love,..."
I close my eyes...
And can't help but
Open them again.
Oh.
My.
God.
I freeze.
"...Will you marry me?"
I stare at that
Beautiful piece of
Metal and stone, then
Raise my eyebrows.
"This is...unexpected."
Fear enters your eyes.
You swallow loudly.
"Yes."
An hour later, as
We walk out into the
Downpour, I can't
Help but think I will
Forever love the rain.