We’re getting married

It was my grandparents' 50th anniversary, and we were all playing pool downstairs at my cousin's house. Mitchell didn’t want to come inside, so he sat outside on his quad. I went out and asked him to come play pool with us, but he refused. I tried to make conversation with him and said, "Nice quad, where’d you get it from?" Mitchell said, "Black Lake." I laughed and said they sell quads there, and that was it. A few weeks later, we met at a Justice symposium in Prince Albert. He went shopping, and we all started drinking. He didn’t want to go back to his room, so he asked if I could hold onto his stuff for him. I said okay and put it in my suitcase. We went out that night, and he picked me a flower outside the courthouse. Then I took off back home on a different plane. He sent me a message on Bebo and asked if I had his stuff. I said yes, and he came and picked it up. After that, everything was history—from the late-night drives to sneaking out my window to spending nights that turned into forever.