I thought the boy was suppose to propose!

THE KID COULD NOT COMMITT!

It isn't that hard.  All you have to do is say yes.  We watched each one of his friends get engaged, we watched each other move in and out of new apartments cause all our room mates were getting engaged.  It was obviously the cool thing to do!  We were both facing our futures with internships and graduations coming up soon.  I was on track to graduate in 3 years (don't be impressed . . . it was 3 years of year 'round school!) and had made the decision to go home a semester before my junior, senior year of political science classes.

That semester was horrible.  I hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated, hated my phone.  All it meant was a conversation with Devin and I can tell you exactly how it would go:
I would tell him about my day and he would try really hard to pay attention while he was at a party or usually there were a bunch of people over at his apartment.  Then he would tell me about his day and I would have to stop him cause I didn't want to hear about it.  We had decided to date other people and on my part that consisted of a bunch of first dates.  I knew I wanted to marry Devin and no one was coming close to passing any of my tests.  He, on the other hand was dating one of my high school friends.  Yeah, that wasn't going over very well with me but what could I say when I was dating a bunch of boys in Boise that I had known from Highschool?  We did travel the distance every once in a while.

Slowly the phone conversation drifted to once a week, then once every other week and as fast as the separation started, it ended.  I packed up my car and drove to Rexburg to start school again.  The first time I saw Devin was at his friend's wedding.  Yeah, I think I got ready for like 4 hours this time!  And was so stressed that a cold sore was even an option!  Well, slowly we got back to where we were before  - after he RE-passed the "doesn't have a girl friend" test.

So I had come to the conclusion that we had been dating long enough, we knew each other enough and that we either needed to get married or find someone else.  I, I mean we, decided to pray for answers.  I got mine within the week and Devin never got his.

It was dark and I called Devin and told him to meet me at my apt.  We walked to Porter Park and we had about a 6 hour conversation and sadly it can be summarized in about 2 sentences:

"Will you marry me?"
"I haven't got an answer."

I was crushed.  I had put my heart out there and after a wasted year and something months.  It was over. So the break up began.  I was physically sick.  I kept hearing about what he was doing from friends and I had almost decided to transfer to BSU.  There is no way that this is how it was going to end though.  I was sure that my answer still held true and I was learning a very hard lesson, there is more than one person out there for you.

So after 2 weeks it was the 4th of July (this weekend is very eventful in our relationship).  I saw him.  This story is getting too long and all I remember is that he looked dang good!  "Hi, how are you?"  I have just had the worst 2 weeks of my life because of you.  "I'm great, how are you."  "Fine, do you want to go for a walk?"  Well I can't really think straight right now and everyone is watching so I can't say no.  "Sure . . . "

TO BE CONTINUED . . .