“I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.”--Pocahontas

We were both shy kids, and we started 'dating' in 2003/2004 in fourth grade. We didn't even hold hands because I was just too darn nervous! I remember a lot of my class mates trying to teach me how to correctly hold my boyfriends hand and I never took the step to do it. Eventually my mother took us on our firth date (12 year old us) to go see Blades of Glory. After that everything just kind of fell off. He broke up with me and we moved on. Fast forward to 2014. Michael and I had started to hang out again, he invited me over several times to hang out and talk before asking me to join him and our friends on a camping trip, and of course I couldn't turn that down. We actually would hang out in his grandparents garage and play with the pool noodles that were stashed in there. Hitting each other and just all around flirting. Before leaving one night he asked me if he could kiss me, and I can't even describe the butterflies and nervousness that welled up, but I told him yes. Our first kiss happened and I all but floated home. Then Three am on October 1st, 2014 He asked me to be his girlfriend. Fast forward again to 2016 he waited until my final alarm went off for work to bring a ring box in and hand it to me. I asked him if it was just to have or what and he said "Will you marry me, I Guess." And of course I said yes. As my mother says he is my Eeyore, and I'm Pooh. We both mean well but we also have barely a clue of what romance is. But that's okay, we will grow.