Counting in my head how many versions of 'I want to marry you' would be useless because there's only one way to say it clearly.

"I want to marry you, Tom."

The mirror doesn't answer me back. This isn't a Disney movie where someone is trapped inside the mirror and talks to you, being all wise and shit.

This is reality.

And reality is hitting me hard. Life is hitting me hard. Love is hitting me hard.

Though he promised things wouldn't change, they have. Tom and I, well, we're no longer who we used to be. He's not who he used to be. I can't blame him, I mean, I did reject him.

Sort of.

Like Diana said, I need to listen to my heart for once, just let that do all the talking. Right now, it's telling me to walk downstairs, grab Tom and plant a large kiss on his delicate lips while mouthing the words "I'll marry you," breathlessly through our gasps for air.

Easier said than done.

After a much needed change of clothes, I take one last deep breath before I face my harsh reality.

You can do this, Marie. It's all you. I mumble to myself.

The walk downstairs feels like the big entrance a girl makes when revealing herself for the first time to her date on prom night. All eyes are on me.

Emma, Sarah, Rich, little Maddie and even Diana shares eye contact with me before exiting the room. All is left is Tom and I.

Alone.

"You're finally down from your chamber of darkness," he says sarcastically. I stand behind him, placing my hand gently on his left shoulder. "Can we talk, Tom? Please?" He stands still, no words escaping his lips.

An eerie silence falls in the room.

I swing around him, looking directly in his eyes. "Tom. Please. Babe, let's just talk. Let's fix this. You promised things wouldn't change, you--" He grabs my face, pulling my mouth onto his. His warm tongue spreading my lips apart - waiting for its entrance.

A kiss is what I wish. And a kiss is what I got. Only not as elegant as I had imagined.

"Don't ever lock yourself away from me again." he says looking into my already swollen eyes. Just looking at the emotion and disparity on his face makes me just want to breakdown. "I promise, I won't."

He grabs me by the hand, leading me out into the frigid Oxford air. We sit on a patio swing that settles right in front of the large window on Diana's cottage. His body is directed towards mine with his left leg resting on the seat of the chair with his right one dangling.

"Marie, I--" I put my finger to his lips, silencing his whisper. "Let me do all the talking?" I ask sweetly. He graciously nods his head, grabbing my cold hand in his.

"Tom, I'm a stupid girl," I begin, noticing Tom about to speak I give him that 'don't-you-even-talk' look. "I could go on forever about how mental I've been and how crazy my theories are about this relationship but I don't want to go through that emotional rollercoaster anymore."

I gather my breaths before continuing. "I love you. I've never been this in love before and I admit - it scares me shitless. I never imagined that I would meet you, fall in love with you, want to marry you, but I am. It's happening right now."

Tom's eyes begin to redden, his breath forming a cold cloud from his mouth.

"I don't think I'll be the most perfect wife, the one you've imagined. Nor do I think I look well enough to be accompanying you on a red carpet but damn it, I am and I will. That's my spot. We've been through a lot these past 7-8 months and we've bonded in ways that are more than physical."

Without even having the say it, Tom knew how much he really meant to me. He's one of my best friends. He's the guy who you can always count on, someone you can call no matter where you are. He'll find a way to be with you if you're in trouble and if he can't make it, he's the type of guy who'll never forgive himself for it.

I always tried to picture his as someone who has a double life, who hides his flaws. But the more I get to know him, to be with him, I realized that his biggest flaw was caring too much for the people closest to him.

He's said many times how he wouldn't be where we was or who he was if it wasn't for his friends and family. He'll do anything for them.

Tom's the kind of guy who’s not afraid to meet your friends or you parents. He loves to include you in outings with his friends and his perfect date is just sitting at home watching a movie or playing a board game. He's never let this instant rise to fame affect his life and the person he is.

He's the same old Tom who just lives an interesting life.

"Tom, I would be honored to be your wife, if you'd still accept me." I wipe the tear falling down my cheek, my fingers bright red from the cold. Tom grabs my hands, squeezing them tightly before lifting them to his lips. He kisses them.

"Like I've said before. There's only room for one Mrs. Hiddleston. And you're the one that gets the title. Always and forever." Grabbing the box that's been in his pocket the past few days, he places the engagement ring on my finger. Tears begin sliding down my cheeks as he leans in kissing me, our lips thawing at the touch. I bury my head into his chest, his arms wrapped around my frame.

Walking back into the house, everyone erupts in cheers and claps. Diana giving Tom a kiss on the cheek while Emma and Sarah embrace me in a hug before admiring the ring. "Welcome to the family, Marie." Diana says as she kisses my cheek.

I excuse myself into the kitchen where I begin placing a phone call to my parents informing them of the good news. "I'm engaged," I say to my mom and dad who are on speakerphone. I can hear my mom crying and mumbling every celebratory word in Spanish. Tom sneaks up behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Remember our promise, Tom. Take care of my daughter, it's up to you now." Tom smiles as he responds positively to my dad.

So this is what it's like? Being engaged?

It wasn't like how they portray it in the movies, all joyous and perfect the first time but even a couple days later, the feeling is sinking in.

I'm Marie Lucas, 22 years old and engaged to the greatest man in the world.

His name?

Tom Hiddleston.