We met 10 years ago when we were in high school. The story of how we met is one we’ll laugh at forever – we were at a party together, and at some point during the evening I rushed into the washroom without knocking first. I walked in on Shawn – mid pee. We like to joke now that I liked what I saw and that’s why I pursued him. In actuality though, I was extremely embarrassed. Shawn must have felt sorry for me, because he sought me out afterwards and we began talking. I’m the one who asked for Shawn’s phone number and we started hanging out. On May 9th 2008, Shawn asked to officially turn “you and me into an us” and I of course said yes. We became high school sweethearts and have been together ever since. Throughout university, we were long distance, but we made it work.
In 2016, we decided to go on a four-week Euro-trip. I was sure this was when Shawn would propose. But a week passed, and then another, and no proposal. Finally, as we lay together one night in our hotel in Amsterdam, I couldn’t take it anymore. I burst into tears, saying I thought he was going to propose and was upset he hadn’t. Shawn then proceeded to convince me that he was not, in fact, going to propose. The Euro-trip was expensive and he didn’t have enough money for a ring, we would be living in separate cities for the next two years (as I finished school) so we should wait until we were in the same city… He had a lot of convincing excuses. Then, two days later, at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, Shawn got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I said yes, then called him a mean name for lying to me a few days earlier, though I’m glad he did.