Personal Asks

balloonarcade asked: 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Easy. The fifteen minutes before and after Spouse proposed.

Cheesy? Hell yes. But it was a surprise. I was not expecting it. So I did not know that I should have been committing each moment to my long-term memory. 

Before that moment, I didn’t know that I was supposed to remember how the snow sounded as it crunched under our feet as we walked out to the overlook. I didn’t know I was supposed to remember what we were idly chatting about as we stamped the snow off our feet once we found the path again. I didn’t know I was supposed to remember whether it was windy or calm, or whether we were  holding hands or not as we trudged through the snow.

After that moment, I was still reeling. My mind had immediately leapt to logistics. I would need to look into how immigration worked. Would he move here or would I move there? What were my parents going to say? What were his parents going to say? How do you plan a cross-border wedding? Maybe we could just go to Vegas and get married by Elvis. People did that, right? I was so consumed with my own personal freakouts that I don’t recall the walk back to the car, or whether anyone saw us grinning at each other like idiots. I don’t remember who suggested that we should go buy a cheap ring really quick so my parents would think we were serious.

All I do remember was his awkwardly-worded question, and me staring at him, wondering what the hell he was on about, and his shift in demeanor when he thought I was going to say no, and me asking, “Are you asking if I want to get married?” and him saying, “Well, yeah.” And I remember laughing, and saying, “Then: yes, you idiot.”

That I remember. I just wish I could remember all the stuff that happened just before and just after that moment.