Dear Blaine,
I remember when I first saw you. The way heartbeat increased, it still increases when I see you now.
I remember When I first heard you speak as my hand slipped into yours and how I forgot my name for a few seconds.
I remember when I first heard you sing and the way you seemed to be singing at me. I'm pretty sure that's when I fell in love with you.
I remember the joy and felt when you told me you were gay and the sorrow that came with Gap Guy and Rachel.
I remember the strength you gave me with a word as simple as 'courage'.
I remember how you comforted me after he took my first kiss. I remember the tears I shed, not only because of what happened but, because my first kiss wasn't with you.
I remember when we hung out and drank coffee, the way my crushes on Sam and Finn felt so silly.
I remember when you finally kissed me. How perfect that moment was. I remember prom and the way you supported me and the happiness I felt when you asked me to dance. I was so proud of you- I always am.
I remember when I heard you say "I love you" for the first time. I can't say in words how happy I was hearing those words from you. I remember how we couldn't stop saying it afterwards and how, even now, I fell for you more and more every time you said it.
I remember when you transferred to be closer to me, you always made me feel loved.
I remember when we slept together for the first time, it wasn't rushed, it was perfect, I felt so close to you both physically and emotionally. I'd never felt so in love with you before.
I remember when we held each other afterwards, the way I felt like that was where I belonged, the way I never wanted to leave your arms. I still feel like that now.
I remember Christmas when you gave me the promise ring. The way you didn't freak out when I suggested we should run away to New York and get married.
I remember when you jumped in front of that slushy intended for me and the fear and guilt I felt.
I remember planning my future with you both before and after graduation. I love imagining our lives together.
The one thing I do struggle to remember is you telling me your bad with romance.
And, I know for a fact that I will remember your face as you read this final line.
Blaine Warbler Anderson. Will you marry me?