I was a bridesmaid and she was a groomsman on a trip to Vegas for a bachelor party we would never forget. Arkansas was a frequent topic of conversation because she was going to school there, my sister was living there, and my other sister had gone to school there. I took that as it was meant to be, I just knew I had to convince her. We talked as friends so we could learn everything about each other. What we loved, what we hated, what we needed, what we feared. Soon, we realized that what one person wanted, the other was perfect to give it to them. When we kissed (FINALLY), we both realized that this friendship was supposed to be more than just that. One day, we were talking and listening to music and during the transition in "Nights" by Frank Ocean (I felt it was important to mention this and many of you know the exact moment I'm describing), I said, "I love you"; she followed up by asking me to be her boyfriend. After that, the rest is history Bekki went back to Arkansas physically, but emotionally, we were always together. Facetime, texting, Twitter, Instagram, phone calls, anything we could do to "be together" through every moment of everyday. When together, it was 24/7 Kiko/Bekki time. Spending every waking hour enjoying each other's presence. However, we soon felt it was time to talk about taking the next step: marriage. We talked and prayed and felt that December would be the perfect moment and I would propose in August, or so she thought. Two days before leaving for Arkansas, me and Bekki's dad got a game plan together to propose (two months earlier than planned). The ring was made in record time which was just another testament to just how meant to be this was. After locking the ring in my car, having my flights delayed, and being pranked by a wrong-number I had texted about "having second thoughts", the moment had come to propose. My hands were shaky, but my mind was clear because I knew without a doubt this was the woman I want to spend eternity with.