You're invited to the wedding of the [after a] decade. You're welcome.

Ten years ago, we locked eyes in a Hartwick dorm room. Reza messaged me on facebook for my BBM...I'm still not sure what that is...and slowly pursued me with lines like "your smile is beautiful, almost as nice as mine". The rest is a decade of milestones and memories all leading up to...

Reza made a reservation for the Edge, an attraction he's been dying to go to since it's opening, and I knew he was proposing. I pulled out all the stops and he watched me primp for hours...then he proceeded to throw me off by wearing a windbreaker and telling me we could take 3 trains and walk when he saw we considering wearing heels. Conflicted, I eventually told myself to just enjoy the moment as we waited in line for 'the' photo-op spot. I insisted Reza give his phone to someone waiting in line to take a picture of us. As we approached, Reza pointed out how small the boats in the East River looked and I went over to look, saying something snarky I'm sure, and then he told me to turn around and I said "what are you doing?" with a wide grin. The crowd of onlookers had to tell me to say yes!