July 5th 2013
The past month or so had been absolutely incredible. Why? I was with Lindsay. It was like all my life a piece of me was missing, and I felt like I had found that piece with Lindsay. She completed me. I found I didn't care about Newt and Emma anymore (well I still cared for them but I didn't care… you know what I mean) now that I'd found my soul mate. Our relationship had been so perfect I thought it would never end. But my little slice of heaven didn't last long, because I had a whacky thought.
'I'm gonna propose to Lindsay,' I said.
Newt dropped the paper he was reading abruptly on the kitchen table and looked at me with wide eyes. Then he threw his head back and started laughing.
'You are mad,' he told me in between giggles.
'No! I'm not mad! Look I know it's been barely over a month…'
'Well if you know that then why in the name of bloody hell are you thinking of proposing?' Newt said in a high pitched voice.
'It just… it just feels right, man,' I shrugged. 'You and Emma were only engaged for two months.'
'Dude that's completely different! Emma and I had known each other since high school! You've only known this chic for…'
'Don't call her that,' I snapped.
Newt rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed.
'Alright - you've only known Queen Lindsay for just over a month. Don't push it, you'll only scare her,' Newt lowered his voice.
Of course, I didn't listen to a word Newt said.
'You didn't listen to a word I just said did you?'
'No.'
Newt raised his hands in surrender.
'Okay, man. Remember I warned you.'
I eyed Newt suspiciously. It wasn't at all like my stubborn, protective friend to give up this easily.
'Really?' I asked.
'No, Minho! What is the matter with you? You're going to ruin your relationship with her!' Newt slammed his hands down on the table, then winced at the noise and looked towards the bedroom (we were in Newt and Emma's apartment), Emma had been really sick lately and was asleep.
I shrugged again.
'I don't care what you think. I've always taken your advice on shit like this but now - I think I'm ready to make my own decisions, thank you very much.'
And with that I stormed out the door to find an engagement ring to put on Lindsay's finger.
One proposal later…
Lindsay looked at me incredulously.
'Minho, are you serious right now?'
Not really the reaction I was hoping for. I got up from my position on one knee and closed the ring box.
She sighed in relief.
'Oh, it was a joke. Minho you know I usually love your sense of humour but that really wasn't funny,' she giggled nervously.
I shook my head slightly.
'It wasn't a joke,' she whispered.
She sank back down into her seat, clutching her chest in shock. Everybody was looking at us. In hindsight, proposing at a popular restaurant probably wasn't the best idea. I sat down across from her, I could feel my heart beating recklessly in my chest. I looked at her worriedly.
'Minho, I'm not ready to make that kind of commitment. I mean we don't even live together yet!' She said quietly.
'Okay, okay… do you want to move in together?'
She stared at me with wide eyes.
Yet another mental slap.
'Minho… this relationship is moving too fast,' she muttered.
That's not good.
'We need to slow down. I need some time to breathe,' she took a deep breath, and I found myself hoping that was her time to breathe. That she'd chuckle and smirk and wrap her arms around me. That she'd plant a kiss on my lips.
But she didn't do any of those things. She simply stood up and walked out the door.
