We exchanged emails for only four days before meeting at a local coffee shop and rarely spent a day apart for the rest of the summer. During this time, we continued to discover uncanny similarities between our lives and even our families. To name a few of these, both of our fathers are ministers, we both love cooking and photography, we were both born on Valentine's Day, we both are computer geeks, and our favorite color is blue.
In the fall, Miku went off to live in Chicago to get a masters degree at the University of Chicago, while I stayed at home in Washington for my junior year. Since both of us are computer geeks, we stayed in touch with email, ICQ, and online voice and video conferencing. Still, we missed each other terribly.
During the fall semester, Miku and I were apart the entire time, and by the time I got to go visit for a month over Christmas break, I was terribly excited. Beyond that, though, for the last month that we were apart, I was obsessed with trying to figure out how to propose. By the time that I got to Chicago, I was pretty much sure I was going to propose on either Christmas or New Year's Eve, being the obvious choices at that time of year.
Miku, however, managed to surprise me anyway. I was proposed to on the night I got into Chicago by plane. We got back to the apartment, and soon I was falling asleep as we talked. Then, Miku finally asked me, "Will you marry me someday?" Not thinking that this was the official, once-in-a-lifetime type of proposal, I said, "Sure, I'll marry you, someday." We kissed and hugged, of course, but I soon feel entirely asleep. It wasn't until the next day, when Miku asked me when we were going to tell our parents, that I realized that we were really, truly engaged. |
