Good Will Hunting

 So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I asked you about women you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you’d probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like! God put an angel on earth just for you…who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard ! your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.

We're Engaged!

Engaged on Christmas Eve 2012

Robbie Wilson from Fossil.

He proposed to me on Christmas Eve! What a wonderful surprise.

We had spent the evening at Nelson's sister's house with Robbie's side of the family and had a fun time playing games, eating and visiting. Afterwards I thought we were headed straight home but Robbie drove by the Farmers Branch area with all the trees full of lights. I had told him a time or two that last year while home visiting my grandfather I drove by them and they were all white. I thought it would be so neat to walk to the middle of them and take in all the lights.

He remembered!

We came up on the field and it's beautiful! All the lights are different colors this year! I say to Robbie "Look at the different colors, do you think we can stop and see?" So we pulled into an area where you can park and got out to walk around. He put a hoodie on (so weird for him to do), and come to find out it was because he had the ring in his pocket! I look out as we're walking and there's a huge blue tree (my favorite color) and I say "You want to go under that tree?" Also come to find out that's where he was wanting to go too.

It was freezing. It was romantic.

He said "You know how we always say Can I ask you something?" I said "yes". He said "I need to ask you something" and got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife.

I said "YES"!

So excited, emotional, surprised, overwhelmed, surreal and most of all...happy.

It hasn't been very long according to societal standards. But in my mind, it's been 12 years. Someone who started off as a person I couldn't stand, to an intriguing person, to a good friend, to someone I lost touch with, and now... to my best friend.

I am proud to be engaged to my best friend.