Picture it, sophomore year of high school, sitting in one of your least favorite subjects, HISTORY. In walks this cute, tall, popular boy and you think "Okay, this might not be that bad." One thing leads to another and you guys end up sitting next to each other and talking almost every day. You end up falling HARD for this guy... That's how it started, 2 years of flirting with each other, until finally the day happens. That cute, tall, popular boys asks you to be his girlfriend. You two are inseparable and now officially only known as "Bre & Josh" or to a certain group, "Bre & Waldo". With movie dates, lots of fast food dates (hey, you're broke high school kids, what else can ya do?), and just driving around and laughing with each other. It's now officially been 8 years and you're in a new city, living a new southern life. Then December 1st, 2020 happened. Even though it's been one of the most stressful years to happen to you, Josh decides to make it a day to remember. While visiting your parents, you go get your favorite Mexican take out (Thank you El Ranch), and park down by the river just like you used to do when you first started dating. As you get out to throw away your trash, you turn around as Josh is getting out of the car and getting down on one knee. You started stammering and of course, crying (Josh still makes fun of me for what I said), and of course say YES! Now here we are, planning our WEDDING! I will always be so grateful for that sophomore year history class...