My Journal, Monday, 21st December, 7:00pm, My Apartment

My journal. It has been a faithful friend, my archive of the last decade of my life. In its torn pages are my many issues, and joys I've had to deal with since my year as a freshman. But that chapter of my life is drawing to a close and another one will open. In these last pages I will record the lead up to my new life, when I finally achieve self-actualization thus this chapter is will be finished.

OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Me, Mia Themopolis is getting married. Yes, I AM ENGAGED! "I am engaged"- it just rolls off your tongue doesn't it?

To make it even more unbelievable I am engaged to the love of my life Michael Moscovitz! This is the HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE!

… I AM ENGAGED! The proposal was utterly romantic. Every girls dream… well my dream anyway. This is what happened:

Michael picked me up at from my apartment. He was taking me to a Star Wars convention. He looked dashing in his costume (we decided to dress up as Hans Solo and Princess Leia, the ultimate couple- no tragic ending there!). He looked like one of those super heroes in those comic books. My heart skipped a beat when I saw him as always. We've been dating for so long but my feelings for him never changed. I still jump at the chance to meet him. I still feel a daze when we kiss. I still melt when he holds me in his firm arms making me feel safe. But at other times, I feel dangerous when I'm around him. Sort of like jumping off a cliff, you want to fly but you also want to fall. Is that what love feels like?

Anyway, he looked charming in his costume. He had a little vest on with cowboy boots. He even had toy guns on his belt. He looked hilarious but oddly sexy. Well, I had spent hours before doing my hair. Do you know how hard it is to get your hair into two severe buns on either side of your head? Well, I hope I looked good.

Well, Michael must've thought I looked good because he pulled me closer and kissed me gently.

"How are you?" he whispered gently kissing me on the forehead. My knees began to buckle, my god he smelt good.

"I'm fine," I whispered back returning his kiss. We stood there until an old women came passed and hissed, "this is a G rated neighbourhood."

Sensing that this was a sign to leave, we climbed into his car. It smelt of a familiar pine smell, he always hangs one of those fragrance thingies on the rear-view mirror. I breathed in deeply, taking in the familiarity. We talked all the way there. We never run out of things to talk about. We have so much in common. We are so connected and in tune, we finished each others sentences. That is one of things I love about us.

So we got there and spent the whole day talking to avid fans about our favourite Star Wars episode, our favourite character and stuff like that. It was quite fun seeing people dressed up as Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidalla and even Wookies!

Then we sat down for the daily show. I should've known something was up, because Michael went all giddy. I just thought he was really excited about the show, that's all. Suddenly in the middle of the show, the announcer called, "will Mia Themopolis come to the podium?" I froze. Did he just say my name? I guess he did because Michael pulled me up and hauled me up the podium with him. Why is Michael smiling like that?

"What's going on Michael?" I whispered anxiously as he took my both my hands and looked in my eyes intently.

"You'll see," he replied evasively making my eyes narrow. Is that a glint in his eyes?

Suddenly, 'Hopelessly devoted' turned on and rose petals fell on our heads, not very Star Warsy. The crowd 'ooed' and 'aaaed'. I was dumbfounded. What is going on?

"You know I love you, cherish you, and is devoted to you," Michael began in a loud clear voice for all to hear, I started to feel agitated. What is he getting at? Why does this have to be so public? I felt like I was going to throw up, I'm not so good in the spotlight. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

"And I-'' Michael began.

"Micha-'' I started willing him to stop. But he just waved is hand dismissively.

"And I want to love you, cherish you and be devoted to you forever," he continued still looking into my eyes. That was when my throat started to close up, and I struggled to breathe. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…

Then he got on one knee, I began to choke.

"Will you marry me?" he proposed. The crowd gasped, looking at me, waiting for my answer. But I just stood there, transfixed. What did he just ask me?

I could hear the audience holding their breath. I had to give answer. What was that word, starting with y..?

"Yes," I could barely squeak and the audience erupted with cheers and clapping. Michael got up, deliriously happy, pulling me into a warm embrace. Tears started welling up in my eyes. We held each other for a long time until he whispered into my ear, "I love you."

Then I replied, "I know."

I wonder if you can get it right the first time. Finding true love, I mean. Because I did. Got it right, I mean.

Not counting Kenny.