Hey, baby, how’s your day going? Great I hope, mine has been so-so, but now that I’m back here with you, I’m fantastic. I have something to tell you and, well, ask you as well. So, it all starts from the beginning, when we met on the island. I was totally insecure and I had laid eyes on the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life, y’know, excluding family, because they’ll always be beautiful to me. But her hair, the bright red that made her different from everyone else, her eyes that would shine ever so brightly in the sun, even though they hinted of fear time to time, pulled me to her. Although I was insecure and scared and nervous, I couldn’t sit around and not talk to this girl. Even if it would end with sand in my face and a roll of her eyes, I had to. I introduced myself and she smiled and did the same. I found out her name was Brogan and she was going to England, but of course, the crash of the plane ruined everyone’s plans. From that day on, I didn’t really know what to do, but something in my body had been telling me to do every single thing I could to make her happy, to keep her safe. I would build a makeshift shelter for the two of us, despite the fact that I would normally walk out to give her all the room she needed and smile at her sleeping, knowing that the smile on her face was because of me. Because I was keeping her safe, because I was making her comfortable. I remember one night, she was sleeping and I couldn’t seem to even close my eyes. I got up and walked out of our shaded area under the trees to the sand and sat at the waterline. Everything came flooding to me, but everything seemed to be about that one girl. I knew from that moment I was falling in love with her and there was no way to stop it, no way at all. Not that I wanted to, but I wasn’t the best guy for myself. I had never had a girlfriend, I was a virgin, I didn’t have much friends, I was kind of a loner, I guess. Then I meet this beautiful girl who seemed to be friends with everyone, and it scared me. I laid back in the sand and stared at the moon, wondering if I wasn’t the guy for her. That maybe she’d like someone else and I would be crushed. But you know what I did? I stood up, walked back to the safety of our shelter and laid right beside her. I looked at her sleeping face and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her close and finally falling asleep. The crazy part about all that was when I woke up the next morning, she was awake, and facing me with a huge smile on her face. I did that. I put that smile on her face. From then on, I did absolutely everything I could to make me seem like a good enough guy for her. But it was stupid, who would want to ever think about romance when they’re stranded on an island? Anyway, then came along this asshole that no one liked except Brogan. I told you she was friends with everyone. I hated him, and I don’t hate people normally. He knew I liked her, and he did everything he could to take her away from me. But for once in my life, I wasn’t going to be pushed around. I stood up to him, I proved my point. Even though he twisted it all around and made me seem like the bad guy, she didn’t believe one thing he said and came running into my arms. We shared our first kiss that night, and from then on, our kisses became frequent. She slept in my arms every night. I made her borrow some of my clothes because I knew she was cold and that she had to say warm to keep healthy. I didn’t care about myself. It was all about her, I needed to keep her happy. It’s odd, but weeks later, we were rescued. Isn’t that crazy? I know, I know. Brogan and I went our separate ways, but we kept in contact, knowing that we grew too strong together to let the other one go just like that. Months after our rescue, Brogan insisted my family and I fly out to Texas and meet her family so I could be around her. Just.. Reflecting on it makes me realize how crazy our life is. We met on an island when our plane crashed and now we’re enjoying ourselves in Texas with each other. Anyway, anyway, Brogan’s family was very inviting, even though her father didn’t like me as much for his daughter. Her mom, oh jeez, her mom liked me more that Brogan liked me. Her family was great, and even though we had our small romance, my sister and Brogan’s friend Ava sparked something between them. Knowing my sister all her life and learning about Ava from what Brogan had said, they were both the most stubborn people we know and there was no way either of them would confess first. So of course, Brogan and I knew we’d have to do something, we just didn’t know what. Then, the fairly heartbreaking moment came. Brogan and I, now officially a couple, were talking and she brings up college. A college across the sea, in a whole other country. She was accepted into the college of her dreams. I wanted her to go with everything in me. I wanted her happy, and if that meant us breaking up so she could go, I’d be fine with it. If we’re meant to be, we’ll find our ways back to each other, right? Wrong. That wasn’t even the case. She made me go with her, there was absolutely no way out of me going. Not complaining though. Well, yeah, slight complaining. It was an up and go kind of thing. I’d miss my family, I’d miss my friends. But if I didn’t go, I’d miss Brogan the most. We already spent months without each other that were agony, I couldn’t do it again. We packed, we left, we arrived, and we slept. We were both pretty upset that evening, leaving our friends behind, but it was best. We ate dinner and sat together in the quiet for some time. Then we, y’know, talked and then… We did something I had never done before. I had made love to the girl of my dreams and she enjoyed it as much as I did. We were in love, we were happy together. We didn’t think it got much better than this. Wrong again. About a week later, my little sister, Brogan’s friend Ava and our mutual friend Ashton moved out to England, surprising both of us. Brogan, of course, was in tears, and I was too busy hugging Marley and yelling at Ashton for not telling me. We were all happy by then. Everything was going perfect. The next part is something that was told to me, not completely seen with my eyes. Brogan woke up in the middle of the night and called my sister, completely in tears. I don’t know the whole conversation, but I woke soon after and walked to the commotion. Marley left and Brogan looked me in the eyes and told me two words that scared the shit out of me but also made me the happy at the situation. She was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I had never been a dad before, obviously. I did what I thought was right, and for the first time since adulthood, I cried. I held her and cried happy tears, holding her and our unborn child close. Since then, lots of stuff went down, emotional roller coasters and all of that. My sister was in the hospital and Brogan did everything she could to make me happy but it just wasn’t working. I wasn’t able to function knowing that my little sister, the only family I had here, was in the hospital, sleeping for months. She even missed Christmas. It was still happy, since we had everyone there, but Marley wasn’t. She was sleeping alone in a hospital and I couldn’t handle it. I began to stay there with her over night, wanting to be the first one there when she woke up, if she woke up. But of course, the one day I wasn’t there, she woke up. It was emotional for me, but for Brogan, it seemed worse. She’s pregnant and she’s got crazy hormones. Since she and Marley met, it was like they were best friends or sisters from the start. Brogan cried the most I’ve ever seen her cry when she saw Marley’s eyes open and her lips smiling for the first time in forever. That’s what I love about Brogan. She always puts others first and she cares so much about every single person in her life. Here we are, today. As you know, the Brogan in the story is you. The love of my life. The girl I wanted to spend every last second with. We’re happy. We’re financially stable, even without family help, we’re expecting a child sooner than we think and everyone around us is happy. I hope you don’t reject my offer, but if you do, I completely understand. As I look into your eyes, I hope you look back into mine and see the love I have for you. All of the love I have for you. So.. Brogan, will you do me the honor, and make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?
"Wha-" The red head could hardly catch her breath, as a gasp for air hitched in the back of her throat, when she saw the brunette male get on one knee. They were having another dinner party when her boyfriend began to tell the tale of the two lovers, which created a grinning girl beside him. When their story was spoken in words--his words--, their relationship with presumed graceful and unbent, his every last word smoothing out the crinkles and cuts of every relationship. That familiar shade of red rampaged across her full cheeks. Tears she didn't even know she harbored streamed down her face as she clamped her hand over her trembling lips. However, shocked and slightly weak in the knees, Brogan finally inhaled, before she found herself passing out in their living room, and nodded her head uncontrollably. Once she accepted his offer, she couldn't even wait for him to place the band on her shaking fingers as she slowly made her way down to his level and planted one, big, salty kiss on his lips. As she held his face in her hands, her body calmed, although her heart still racing at the speed of light. A million thoughts were running through her mind in the small bit of time she had to say, "Yes, I will marry you, Elliot Buckley." She spoke against the soft skin of his lips.
