The adrenaline of the night must’ve made me drop such a stupid question. It wasn’t stupid to me, we were dumb and in love. Not to mention, we haven’t even said the word ‘love’ to one another and we’ve only been.. whatever we are, for like two weeks.

You’ve picked up allot of things about me that nobody has before. It’s strange to think about, really, ‘cause I didn’t think I’d ever find myself falling in love again since the situation with my last girlfriend, Bethany. It’s taken you forever to get to this stage but I’ve gotta give it to you, ‘cause I haven’t kissed someone in almost five years and now I’m kissing you every single day. It’s called progress.

You surprised me by sneaking into some orchestra because I told you I liked listening to classical music while you were healing from being stabbed. Crazy, I know, but that’s what happens when you get involved with insane set up bands like Duplicity.

I just dropped down to my knee infront of you, asking for your pinky in marriage in the middle of a street in Vegas. I’m reminded that I haven’t even asked you to be my girlfriend. God forbid a guy wants to take it slow. (It’s been two weeks and I’m asking you to marry me).

“Okay— Will you be my girlfriend.” You say yes. “Will you marry me?” You say…