We met in high school in the back room of the IB office. We shared glances around school every now and then. And with the seal of a kiss our hearts belonged to each other and no one else.

We returned to the Old Port of Montreal, Canada the same place where he took me on our first trip together. We took a stroll that night, taking in the city's beauty. We posed to take a picture at the top of the hill by the twinkling Christmas lights and as I turned to ask to see the photo, he was down on one knee. I wanted nothing more but to cry happy tears but the cold from that winter night did not allow me. I looked down at this amazing man, hands shaking (he forgot his winter gloves at home) and I said yes!