We were 22 years old and newly friends. After a night out, Duraid, our friend, Katie, and I went to Ram's Horn for a late night snack. We were sat in a booth near by the window and were causing a ruckus. I was shooting spit balls made from the straw wrappers. Duraid had fashioned an engagement ring out of his. He jokingly asked if I would marry him, which I immediately accepted. Then we planned our hypothetical wedding- his mom would do the flowers and my mom would do everyone's hair. That night a little voice in my head wished it was for real. Six + years passed, we became very close friends, and fell in love. So, he asked again. And here we are, coming up with stuff to write on our wedding website.