Story
Eh, what can we say? We grew up together in the church. She used to pick on me and laugh at the silly things I did. Still their was a mystery about me that she was intrigued by.
He was always quiet and didn't say much. He made me laugh often, but he had weird quirks that were both funny and gross at the same time.
Some 15 years after we officially met, our relationship took a turn as we started developing feelings for each other. We spent time together going to breakfast or the movies or skating (this was before we dated).
She was a little unsure about stepping into a relationship, but I knew she always liked me and I was the only person she was comfortable with.
He was patient and kind and believe it or not, didn't try to hold my hand or kiss me until I gave him the okay.
She was beautiful, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life telling her that.
He told me I was beautiful, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life making him happy.
She didn't see it coming but was completely overwhelmed with joy when it happened.
He got down on one knee in "our spot" and I knew we would grow old together always remembering that day.