I’ve been holding onto some news.
What took me so long to tell you?
Well…I forgot what Roo said when he asked.
I’m a horrible fiancé.
It wasn’t until last night that I mustered the courage to ask Roo what happened. I wanted to know more than what I had been telling my friends,”he laughed, then I laughed, and I said ‘Yes.” Because, really? Even a friend doesn’t want to hear an engagement story like that.
“I was going to write up that I we got engaged.”
“Oh. You haven’t done that yet?”
“Not yet. It’s just that,” I paused. ” I kinda forgot what you said.”
Roo smiled, “Did you blackout from overwhelming emotion?”
“Perhaps. I remember you joking, saying that I had to take my sunglasses off so you could see me cry.”
“And you didn’t!”
“I know! Are you disappointed?”
“Not really.”
“I do remember somethings. Sitting on the bench with you, watching the rowers go by on the Charles…wondering aloud if those girls from Wellesley College actually started in Wellesley and paddled down to Boston -”
“Wellesley girls? That’s what you remember?”
“No! There’s more! I remember you getting down on one knee, removing the ring from your wallet – which was so sneaky by the way - and,” I laughed, “I remember saying ‘No’ as a joke.”
“But what I actually said to you -”
“Something about being a better man?”
“Yes. I said you make me a better man, even when you’re away, and I would be honored if you spend the rest of your life with me.”
“Oh. No wonder I blacked out.”
