He sat next to her in history class. In high school, folks. That is – by the way – a very long time ago. (Well, since they’re both rising college seniors, its at least a moderately long time ago.) They were at the same high school all four years, but somehow he didn’t really notice her until junior year history class. Right before a big exam, Josh suggested they study together. Casual enough, right? And apparently they actually did study (and they both passed the test even). But they also took a break from studying and went to play a game of tennis and then had dinner together. And somehow that late morning study session turned into an all day date event.And after that, Josh and Amanda weren’t just classmates…they were friends…and more than friends. The rest was, as they say, history. (Yes, pun intended.)
And now they’re getting married.
(And its only 359 days away, right Amanda? =D)
So fast forward several years (high school morphed into college and college took them to different schools and the road between the two universities has been well traveled) and Josh wanted to marry this wonderful girl of his. He planned out his scheme…found the perfect ring…conspired to find out her ring size…and arranged for her to come over to his family’s home when they were both home from college.
In the impeccably landscaped backyard, with both their families watching, he used pink rose petals to spelled out the four words that would change his life:
Will you marry me?
He waited for Amanda to show up. And waited. And waited. And got more and more and more nervous. And more and more and more excited.
“Why are you smiling so big,” she asked him when she pulled up.
“Oh, you’ll see.” (I’m imagining a smug smile here.)
They walked around the corner of the house.
She saw the flowers.
Read the message.
And never really said yes.
Just “IS THIS FOR REAL?!
Oh, its real alright. So very very very real.