Nine years ago this week I met a girl outside Rockwall High School, waiting for the buses to steam by and take us home. It was love at first sight and every sight after that to this day.
It would be easier to leave it at that, but nothing so perfect is ever so easily attained. At the time I met her she was dating my best friend Michael. Being an average teenager I sulked in a forlorn and terribly emo kind of despair, which soon gave way to nefarious plans to steal her away from my good friend. Before I could put forth my backstabbing, things fell apart for Sarah and Michael as they often do in high school romances.
If you were to look where I was at that moment you would only find a Looney Toons style cloud outline of me. The very second I found out they had broken up I swooped down on that beautiful girl like a starving bird of prey to snatch her away.
After all of this high school drama we were inseparable. We moved out together and worked a series of boring jobs across Texas. We’ve had our trials and tribulations, and everything we have now has been paid in full by work and change. In time we decided that we would both go to college (she would start, I would be transferring) here to Texas A&M University-Commerce.
After the first few years, marriage became inevitability and a certainty in our minds. So we put it off until we achieved financial success or academic graduation. This spring we will both graduate, her with a masters in psychology, and a bachelors degree in English for myself. I could have waited for graduation to pop the question, but with our ninth anniversary coming up I could not pass up the opportunity.
Without her I could be a person, and I might even be a successful person, but I could never be a good person or a noble person. I don’t care what the world or the heavens think of me, or what they judge me to be. I only care how she sees me. I will never be a man of any worth unless I am to her.
She has been my best friend, my accomplice, my teammate, my editor, and the co-author of the best parts of my life. I could not stand a life without her, and so with this gesture I hope to never have to try.
So will you, Sarah Morott, marry me?
(For those of you who are wondering why this proposal belongs in the opinions section, I am of the opinion that she should say yes.)