01.13.2001
True love never dies.
As I was sipping coffee in the kitchen one morning last year, that certain feeling came over me. It was early and quiet then, and I felt a serene lucidity, as I stood there alone. An undeniable truth came to me…
I was going to marry Michelle.
The humor in this, of course, was that, for the entirety of my adult life, I always said that I would never get married. To make matters worse, I told this to everyone who inquired, whenever the topic of matrimony arose. So as I stood in the kitchen drinking my morning java, my next thought was, "Damn, now I'm going to have to admit I was wrong."
And the beauty of it was, I just didn't care.
Besides, I figured since we were getting married, I might as well just get used to being wrong frequently... if not always.
So how would I propose? A surprise birthday,
perhaps? A secret video? I needed a plan... so I sent an email to those closest to us...
