“Will this be when he finally pops the question?” has been a frequent thought of mine all year. Well at least every time a semi romantic moment seemed to arise. My boyfriend, and I had begun talking about marriage a year into our relationship. When you know, you just know. I never really understood that until I met him. One thing I’ve learned while navigating my way into my 20’s is that, dating to just date isn’t all that fun. Your time is valuable, and should be spent with people you truly enjoy. Two years after the magical night we met, and WE’RE ENGAGED!
I met Rodrigo unexpectedly. It was a summer night in New York city. It was the year I turned 21, and on a whim I headed to the big apple with my best friend. I won’t say it was love at first sight when I first saw him, but It was pretty darn close to it. The following years we carried on a bicoastal romance. Falling in love with nothing but each other’s voices.
There were times I was afraid, and the sound of his voice felt like a hug, assuring me that everything was going to be okay. One night I was walking to my car late at night. and he said “call me on face time and face the camera behind you. I’ve got your back.” So when people ask, “Is long distance hard?” with pity in their words, my answer is always, “no it’s pretty amazing.” The fact that someone can make you feel so secure, and so loved, while being so far away. Imagine the feeling when they’re actually near.
On one of my most recent visits to see Rodrigo, he popped the big question! I had a feeling he would ask, but on my last day there he had still not said a n y t h i n g. All hope was lost when he dropped me off at JFK airport. I was about to board my flight, when suddenly the airline clerks began telling me there was an issue with my ticket, and I could not board yet. I was getting nervous. Then miraculously my ticket was fixed, and the airline clerk insisted on escorting me onto my flight. Right when I boarded I felt a tug, and there he was, the love of my life.
“What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed.
“Can I go to back to San Diego with you?” he replied.
“What are you doing here?!” I repeated.
That’s when he got down one knee, in the very thing that has always connected us, airplanes.