We Lonely Here Mostly Too

I’ve been really busy recently with trying to avoid the future.  And I forgot that there’s always another way.

What is that?

Making the future. Our future.  My great-grandfather gave this to my great-grandmother after World War II.  He wanted to propose before he was shipped out, but he didn’t have the money and he bought it three years later when he was stationed in London.  Fought his way across France, all the way to Berlin, and with this ring around his neck with his dog tags.  And when he got back she was waiting for him on the dock of the Brooklyn Navy Yards.  He proposed on the spot.  After my mom passed away, Joe held on to this for me, until tonight. 

Barry.

Iris West, will you marry me?

every westallen scene ever (122/?)

They don’t know what my baby girl means to me, Barry. But you do.

#god she’s beautiful