Sea of Trees

I proposed in the Sea of Trees. At the base of the mountain. I didn't know if we'd make it up. The buses don't run in the rain. She wanted to go to the Mt. Fuji phlox festival. Meadows of carefully groomed flowers. We rode e-bikes we got at a little store by a lake. There was less phlox than you'd expect.

By the road I saw a woodland path. We parked the bikes and walked down into the forest. A quiet trail with volcanic rocks that suck up the sound. And out in the woods, among the pines and green leafy trees, was a single blossoming tree with pink blooms.

I was horny. I grabbed her to make out. We fucked under the blossoming tree. With me sitting on a black rock and her sitting on me. Pretending she was mentally incapacitated and I was impregnating her against her will. She said cum in me but I wasn't sure if this was the famous suicide forest. I didn't want a dejected wandering spirit to ensoul our child. A forest demon.

After, we stood looking at the perfect forest and the blossoms. And a light warm rain fell on the leaves whispering. I knew God would give me a moment and I knew this was the moment. I knelt and said will you marry me.

She said