I am a fiance!
I got off the plane, scrambling down the long Newark terminal to the baggage claim, skipping past the turnstiles looking for Alex. He appeared from nowhere on the other side of the security and I ran to him, jumping swiftly into his arms.
Kissy kissy, smoochy smoochy, lovey dovey in the airport.
In the car her blindfolds me and I know that it's coming. I feel us stop at tolls, he turns this way and that, taking backroads... I have no idea where we're going (although I could have guessed haha).
He stops the car. Tells me to wait. He opens my door and helps me out gently. I hold onto his arm, acknowledging that he is the only person that I've ever let blindfold me, let alone lead me around blind. He is appropriatly honored.
We go off the path. I'm on uneven grass. He tells me to duck and I do, a branch brushing against my hair.
Step up, he said.
I step up. He turns me around and lets go of my hands.
Okay. Take it off, he says.
I take off the blindfold and I'm in the gazeebo in Rutgers gardens where 7 augusts ago we went on our first date/shared our first real kiss (as in with tongue and not just shakey-hands-on-cheek-nervouse-lips-touching kisses). I look down and he's on one knee, the ring in his hand.
Before he can say anything I lean down and start kissing him, his lips, his face, his eyes, covering him.
Shakey, smiling: Kayla, will you marry me?
yes!!
I cover him again in kisses.
he puts the ring on my finger and he stands up, kissing me, picking me up....
so yeah. I'm engaged. To my best friend. To the one I've loved more than anyone else. I've tried to shake him, tried to forget him, tried to deny myself saying that neither of us would ever be in the right place/time/mindset to treat eachother right. But... we are.
Folks, I love him.
(and ps --> I had the best weekend ever with him and now I'm back in NH and I'm ready to quit both my jobs YESTURDAY, and get our life started. sigh. but he has to finish his residency so he can have a real job and find a place on his own. He promised his mom he'd stay taking care of her through June, I promised my roommate/jobs that I'd stay til then. sigh. Responsibilities responsibilities...)
Kissy kissy, smoochy smoochy, lovey dovey in the airport.
In the car her blindfolds me and I know that it's coming. I feel us stop at tolls, he turns this way and that, taking backroads... I have no idea where we're going (although I could have guessed haha).
He stops the car. Tells me to wait. He opens my door and helps me out gently. I hold onto his arm, acknowledging that he is the only person that I've ever let blindfold me, let alone lead me around blind. He is appropriatly honored.
We go off the path. I'm on uneven grass. He tells me to duck and I do, a branch brushing against my hair.
Step up, he said.
I step up. He turns me around and lets go of my hands.
Okay. Take it off, he says.
I take off the blindfold and I'm in the gazeebo in Rutgers gardens where 7 augusts ago we went on our first date/shared our first real kiss (as in with tongue and not just shakey-hands-on-cheek-nervouse-lips-touching kisses). I look down and he's on one knee, the ring in his hand.
Before he can say anything I lean down and start kissing him, his lips, his face, his eyes, covering him.
Shakey, smiling: Kayla, will you marry me?
yes!!
I cover him again in kisses.
he puts the ring on my finger and he stands up, kissing me, picking me up....
so yeah. I'm engaged. To my best friend. To the one I've loved more than anyone else. I've tried to shake him, tried to forget him, tried to deny myself saying that neither of us would ever be in the right place/time/mindset to treat eachother right. But... we are.
Folks, I love him.
(and ps --> I had the best weekend ever with him and now I'm back in NH and I'm ready to quit both my jobs YESTURDAY, and get our life started. sigh. but he has to finish his residency so he can have a real job and find a place on his own. He promised his mom he'd stay taking care of her through June, I promised my roommate/jobs that I'd stay til then. sigh. Responsibilities responsibilities...)