A Love Story for the Ages — Part 2 — Wife

A Love Story for the Ages — Wife

This is my sec­ond part based off Dan’s A Love Story for the Ages — Part 2 — The Pro­posal.

Dan and I decided to meet at Out­back steak house that night after he got off work. It was still the first day we had actu­ally ever met each other, but you would think we had known each other for­ever. This is   espe­cially odd when you con­sider the fact that I am socially awk­ward and not very talk­a­tive when you first meet me. How­ever, he was sweet, funny, and not half bad out of uniform.

I was very excited to have met some­one I had a true con­nec­tion with. I really enjoyed his com­pany and couldn’t wait to see him again. I was walk­ing on clouds, but that feel­ing was about to be hit by a road­block. Dan called me the next day and he broke the bad news; he was going to be leav­ing in two weeks. We were both very upset and weren’t quite sure what to do. Dan came over all but one night that week as soon as he got off work. We had long talks and con­tin­ued to grow closer.

Unsure of what to do, I asked Dan if he would want to leave his things at my apart­ment while he was deployed. I had a spare bed­room so there was even a spot for his gross recliner and over-the-top gamer desk­top computer.

Valentine’s Day was a cou­ple of days later and I decided to actu­ally cel­e­brate it, at home of course. A bit of back­ground: Dan and I HATE Valentine’s Day! Sorry ladies but it is truly a scam. I have always refused to go out or buy any­thing on the biggest rip off day of the year. Hav­ing said that, I was love struck and I knew Dan was leav­ing soon so I decided to dec­o­rate and make a huge meal. I even had con­fetti every­where peo­ple. CONFETTI! Clearly some­thing spe­cial was hap­pen­ing here because I was actu­ally act­ing like a girl for the first time prob­a­bly in my entire life.

Then it was time to move Dan in. I LOVE how he just skips right over the pack­ing and into the mov­ing stuff. If there was ever a moment I thought “oh sh*t, what am I doing,” it was while pack­ing Dan’s apart­ment. First, you have to under­stand that we lived on oppo­site sides of town from each other and had known each other less than a week. Before pack­ing, I had only been at Dan’s house once for a brief amount of time and I started to know why. I will say Dan did have a room­mate so the entire mess can­not be solely blamed on him, but you couldn’t pay me to live in an apart­ment that dirty. Not only were there dozens of used plas­tic throw away Tup­per­ware still con­tain­ing some of last month’s food all over the kitchen, there were also bags of fast food (with food still in them) stuffed under the cof­fee table. It was truly dis­gust­ing and I had to com­plain to Dan pretty much every five min­utes while I gagged and was freak­ing out a little.

Finally, after get­ting the cars packed and ready to go, we headed back to my apart­ment. On the way home I real­ized I had lost him some­where in the traf­fic. I called Dan and he said he was stop­ping to get me a present “for the house.”  I knew instantly what it was. I could tell by his cute lit­tle hints and I have been able to read him like a book since I first spot­ted him in his uni­form walk­ing into IHOP.

I started unload­ing the car and wait­ing for Dan to get home with his sur­prise. He walked in and asked me to come over to him. He instantly dropped to one knee and said “remem­ber how we’ve been talk­ing about spend­ing the rest of our lives together” as he went down. Pulling a ring box from behind his back, he asked me to marry him. I said yes! Tears were run­ning down both our faces as we kissed and he put the ring on my fin­ger. It fit per­fectly and was beau­ti­ful. I couldn’t have asked for more.

Only one con­cern crossed my mind at that time; we are sup­posed to be at my broth­ers’ house in a cou­ple of hours and they may kill him.

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