"I..." Paul realized he had probably said too much. How was he supposed to explain this? Cassie would think he was completely psychotic and wouldn't want anything to do with him. She'd probably transfer jobs and work in an undersea lab off the coast of Thailand just to get away from him.
But he had to tell her. If she hated him for it, then it was his own fault - like everything else. Like all of the other aspects of his life he had fucked up. "I saw you, you were dancing..." he began slowly, looking down, obviously nervous. "I thought you were so beautiful and, well, I think that now. I mean, that doesn't differ but the dream was on an island and I asked you to marry me but you said no at first. Then there was a dolphin and the dolphin helped somehow, I don't remember, it's fuzzy but then you, she, the woman in the mirror - she said yes and the dolphin was awarded a spot in the constellations."
He sat back, biting his lip. In case she wanted to leave. But he really hoped she wouldn't. "I'm sorry. I know it's...weird."