Trevor and I met in San Francisco for a Sorority event. I saw him tearing up the dance floor. His dance moves were seizure like and in all honesty, it was frightening. To be frank, I was a little concerned and knew he needed help. Then and there I understood he needed a doctor. I was intrigued.

This is a long story but I’ll keep it short. We were flying to the Dominican Republic when Trevor was pulled out of line to check his oversized bag. They pressured him to check it but to my surprise and dismay he gave the people’s elbow to make the bag fit the dimensions of a standard carry on (I didn’t know the ring was in the bag). People were watching. It was embarrassing. After we arrived we got a candle lit dinner on the beach. I saw Trevor take the waiter to the bathroom and I dismissed it but little did I know he was constructing a plan. I was pumped and just waiting for ice cream but then the waiter appeared with a plate that read ‘marry me’ in chocolate. It was amazing.