Notes From Beneath an Old Tree 3

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Jensen feels a tug of warmth deep in his stomach and he walks over to the old tree. It almost feels like seeing an old friend after many years. It has been five years almost to the day since Jared first left him a note under this tree and he is amazed at how happy those years have been. They had ended up going to Stanford together and both graduated a little over a year ago. Jensen was now working as a physical therapist at a hospital in California and Jared was finishing his Master’s degree and teaching at a private elementary school.

Sitting down, Jensen smiled and leaned back, taking in the smells and sights that were still familiar and yet had faded in his mind. A sliver of yellow caught his eye and he glanced down. Surely enough, it was a post it note, mostly hidden under leaves. He pulled it out as his eyes scanned the area, but there was no one in sight, being too late in the evening for anyone to still be at the school.

Jensen’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the words written on the note, the now familiar, beloved scrawl asking:





(will you marry me?)




He could feel a tear track its way down his face as he again glanced around. Jared was watching him from the steps. A place Jensen had seen him stand so many times, but this time he wasn’t holding court with a bunch of besotted girls.

This time he had eyes for only Jensen as he pushed away from the brick railing and headed for their tree.

“Hi, Baby.” Jared’s voice was soft and deep, washing over Jensen like a warm summer rain. It never failed to move him.

He held a hand up to Jared to pull him down next to him. His own voice caught in his throat as he drank in the gorgeous face before him. Jared was his best friend, his lover, his confidant. Jared was his everything. Now he was asking Jensen to marry him. "I love you, Jared. More than life."

"I love you too Jensen. You mean the world to me. I can't function without you." Jared's eyes skipped over the beauty before him. Jensen was still the most perfect thing he had ever seen. Not a day went by that he wasn't amazed that this man loved him, wanted him. He waited for Jensen's answer, thumb brushing away the lone tear making its way toward those plush lips.

As if there were any other possible answer. “Yes.” Jensen said, and leaned in to kiss Jared, his whole heart behind it.