It's obvious you had me from the start. You had on your red shirt and Jesus piece. I pointed at you and said "him." We were on a search for cute boys and I saw you across the lawn with your father; I told my roommate I had to know who you were. I went the whole day looking for red, looking for your brown face. I met you at lunch, shook your hand and smiled in my best flirtatious way. You smiled and turned to other conversation. Confused, I did too, with someone more interested. We all exchanged numbers and I didn't know if I'd ever see you again - you said you were thinking about USC.
You texted me once over that summer. I asked you to call for convenience sake. We talked for maybe 10 minutes and I said I had to call you back (we weren't talking about anything). I never did.
We met again that fall in our freshman dorm. You lived on 3 and I on 5. We hung out a lot, you and your roommate and me and mines. We stayed up until 6:00am most nights in my room, all of us. We became friends, genuine and honest friends until I decided I didn't want to have anything to do with you. You had too many comments, too many opinions that weren't like mine and I wasn't used to it. I didn't like it and so I asked you to leave my room. I called my mom and told her about you, about this guy who was getting on my nerves because he had something to say about everything. She said I didn't have to be your friend. So I wasn't, for about a day. We made up. We always made up.
I had a boyfriend then. You kept telling me I should break up with him, kept saying he wasn't any good. I really wish you'd had shut up. I didn't want your help. You gave it though, you kept giving it. We broke up that Christmas.
We took a picture one day. Everybody kept saying how cute we were. Gross. I reminded everyone we were just friends. We were, really. I was single and we were just friends. I took another look at the picture though and agreed. We did look good together.
You asked me on a date. I said yes because I started to like you, but I was a little unsure. It took me two hours to get ready. We went to eat and stared at each other. You tried to talk to me, but I couldn't get over how awkward I felt. I told you that, told you it felt weird considering we were friends. You gave me a card for Valentines Day. "Wifey."
We went through the rest of the semester talking. I was still single and we were still just friends, friends who happened to like each other. I walked you to your cab. You had a flight to catch that day. You looked at me and asked what you were going to do without me. I shrugged and you hugged me. I looked at you and you let me go. I walked away.
I couldn't stop thinking about you. My mom picked me up and we drove home for the summer. She kept playing this one song over and over. I listened to the words and it all made sense. I made up my mind. I wanted to be with you. You wrote me an email saying that you were falling for me. I'd already fell for you. We agreed to be together.
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You got on one knee and held out the ring. You told me you loved me and looked at me when you said it. My hands were shaking - I didn't believe you. I looked at everyone around me and didn't believe them either. You said you'd be honored if I'd be your wife. I said yes.
You knew I would. I saw your smile.
