Brandi

Me and Kevin began dating when I was 14 and he was 18-- please do not judge. The day we got together was the luckiest day of the century- 7-7-07... We've been though a lot because my mom did not approve of our relationship, I understand the concern but, most actions that were taken were unnecessary. Despite the hardships in our relationships we stayed together. And we began to grow strong feelings for each other. And the more my mother tried to pull us apart our feelings grew even stronger. When I finally was able to live with him, everyone "warned" us that our relationship would consist of arguments everyday, and that we would not feel the same way about each other, we would begin to despise each other, they said. They were wrong. Yes, we argued but not everyday. And when we did argue, we hated it. We hated being mad at each other and we hated making each other mad.  Our feelings did not change for the worse, but for the better. Since I moved in with Kevin, I have felt real love for him, not the puppy, newly found love anymore. Five years have past since we started dating... We decided to go to Hershy Park for our anniversary. We stayed at a hotel the night before the 7th. As mid-night approached, I was getting excited to exchange gifts because for about six months, I had reasons to believe he was going to propose. I was sitting on the hotel bed, and he was leaning over the foot of the bed. First I gave him his gifts. Then he began to give me my gifts one by one. The first was a giant box of Whitman's Chocolates, which is something I asked for. Then, he tossed on the bed a bag of Dove Chocolates, One of my favorite candies. After that, he pulled out a medium sized jewlery box. Inside was a bracelet with pink balls. After I awed the bracelet, I jokingly said where's my other gifts because I know Kevin and he wouldn't just get my those things... He said there was nothing else, with a liars smile on his face... I told him to stop lying. So he pulled out another jewlery box, smaller than the one before and told me he had fixed my promise ring, like he said he was going to (because it was all bent up)... I said yea, ok- feeling in a way it wasn't my promise ring. Then he opened the box, and it wasn't my promise ring... It was a gold engagment ring with an oval shaped diamond in the center, smaller diamonds surrounding the big  diamond, and more diamonds on each side. It was gorgeous sitting in the black velvet box. I started to cry, a lot... He then asked me if I was ready to be with him longer, and if I would marry him... And of course I said yes, there was no doubt in my mind. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, and he knew that. I held out my hand for him to put the ring on, and kissed him... I was still crying, but though the tears, I couldn't take my eyes of the ring, it looked even better on me, than it did resting in the box.