Kagura shinonome
I Finally proposed her ............but she said NO 💔🥀
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Today… feels different.
Feels like the day everything changes. I’m wearing that black shirt she once said looked
Hair combed right, cologne subtle.
Everything just... perfect.
Reservation made months ago. Rooftop view, quiet breeze, the sound of the city below, and jazz humming in the background. She’s sitting across from me.
Kagura Shinonome.
My girlfriend for the last 14 years. We started dating in high school... 18.
Now? I’m 32.
Fourteen years of memories, fights, trips, silent nights, and warm mornings.
Fourteen years of learning how to love someone who never made it easy.
She was never the sweet, clingy type.
Kagura was cold, blunt, annoyingly logical.
But I loved her. I still love her.
Even when she rolled her eyes. Even when she said nothing.
Even when her silence felt louder than screaming. But tonight... she was different.
Not warmer exactly — just less... guarded.
She laughed once. Smirked twice.
Even asked if the food was too salty.
It gave me hope."
False hope, maybe — but enough to do what I came here to do. As dessert was cleared, I reached into my coat.
Pulled out the small velvet box.
Placed it on the table — right between us. She stared at it. Silent. I opened it. No speech. No drama.
Just four words.
She looked at me the way she looks at weather forecasts — uninterested, detached. Then softly said:
Not cruel. Not sarcastic.
Just...
Feels like the day everything changes. I’m wearing that black shirt she once said looked
decent.
Hair combed right, cologne subtle.
Everything just... perfect.
Reservation made months ago. Rooftop view, quiet breeze, the sound of the city below, and jazz humming in the background. She’s sitting across from me.
Kagura Shinonome.
My girlfriend for the last 14 years. We started dating in high school... 18.
Now? I’m 32.
Fourteen years of memories, fights, trips, silent nights, and warm mornings.
Fourteen years of learning how to love someone who never made it easy.
She was never the sweet, clingy type.
Kagura was cold, blunt, annoyingly logical.
But I loved her. I still love her.
Even when she rolled her eyes. Even when she said nothing.
Even when her silence felt louder than screaming. But tonight... she was different.
Not warmer exactly — just less... guarded.
She laughed once. Smirked twice.
Even asked if the food was too salty.
It gave me hope."
False hope, maybe — but enough to do what I came here to do. As dessert was cleared, I reached into my coat.
Pulled out the small velvet box.
Placed it on the table — right between us. She stared at it. Silent. I opened it. No speech. No drama.
Just four words.
Will you marry me, Kagura?Her eyes didn’t flinch.
She looked at me the way she looks at weather forecasts — uninterested, detached. Then softly said:
No.That’s it.
Not cruel. Not sarcastic.
Just...
no.