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This is so late but I thought well, it's write it now or never.....
My weekend with Matthew went wonderfully. It was, dare I say it, PERFECT.
He had just come from the hospital (where I was with him, by his side,
like a true musketeer. HAHA!) And the poor thing is still healing. His
birthday is coming up so he'll be getting a new truck. So excited. I
think maybe more than he is. Anyway, we traveled to Hersey,
Pennsylvania and it was soooooooo cool. The whole town smelled like
chocolate. The street lights had hersey kisses as lights and the gift
shops were really cool. OMGoodness it was the greatest experience. I
loved it. That's the only traveling we really did b/c he's walking
around with crutches. We stayed in his dorm for the most part. He
studied to catch up a little bit. Some of his teachers told him he
didn't have to take their exams and gave him an A for the class (not
that he didn't already have it). So that took off a lot of stress for
him. We watched Braveheart and 10 Things I hate about you (ha I know.
He actually likes that movie which is pretty cool). He (with the help
of his roommate, Jack) made me a candle night dinner and it was just
the coolest thing. When I was getting ready to leave, he told me that
he loved me with his whole heart and that he didn't know what he would
do without me(at this point my heart is "pidder-padding" and I have no
idea why b/c he has said it to me a bajillion times before) and then he
pulls out a little promise ring and I FREAK! Like an idiot, I keep
asking him if he's sure, if he's really really sure and he said, "
'Well if I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have bought you the ring in the
first place, now would I?' " Point taken. I'm such a loser. He didn't
propose to me and he was sure. I love HIM. Gosh how I love him. And for
those of you who didn't believe our relationship would last:
Nah-Nah-Nah-Boo-Boo. In YO FACE.