Frank has grown up with a very hard life, being seen as an outcast. His mother was killed right in front of his eyes, and his father beat him to a pulp. It seemed that he would never succeed in life, until he met her.

   Her name was Ashley, and she was the most beautiful woman on Earth. She could make him laugh, even when he felt like sobbing. Her voice was like warm soup on a winter day, her smile beaming like the sun.

  He had dated Ashley for over a year now, and had just worked up the courage to pop the question. He picked out a beautiful bouquet of roses, and a diamond the sparkled like her big blue eyes. He texted Ashley and asked her to meet him by the beach.

 She arrived five minutes later, looking like a goddess who had fallen from the heavens. They talked for a while, and he eventually led her to the gazebo.

 "So what's this all about?" she said with a rather confused look on her face.

 "Ashley," he said getting down on one knee "will you marry me?"

 "Oh, listen Frank I-I love you and you're a great guy and everything but-"

"You aren't ready for marriage." He said solemnly. "It's okay, I understand."

  After a long, awkwardly silent car ride, Frank dropped her off and went home. He got a snack and went outside, looking at the star filled sky. He thought about how badly he had fucked up the relationship, if only he hadn't put his foot in his mouth. He tried to get his mind off of what happened by reaching for a bag of his favorite chips. As he looked down into the bag he realized that there were only a few chips in the bag, the rest was all air.

"Fuck this." he said, tossing the bag up into the air."Fuck it all."