Twas Brillig

Soap Opera Sunday is here—better late than never, right? Our dearest Kate was planning to host today, but tragedy took her away for the weekend, so you’re stuck with me. If you’re playing along too, please enter your link. If you’re dying to play along, but you’ve been living under a rock and have not yet heard HOW to play, click here.

And so the Blake saga continues… (part 1, part 2, part 3, part holy-crap-are-there-really-four-parts-before-this-part)

So I called Blake… and I got his voicemail— which had actually happened a lot while we were dating, because he was insane and working the graveyard shift (which meant that he slept all day and was basically impossible to get a hold of) and I was a normal human who worked during human hours. Just one more way that we couldn’t understand each other at all. Anyway, I wasn’t quite sure what to say to his voicemail. I think I ended up with something clever like, “Hi, this is Brill. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I miss you, and I’m wondering if I can see you sometime? Maybe? Um… call me… or not… you know… whatever… But, um, I miss you. Yeah, I just wanted you to know that I miss you and that I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and that I’d like to see you. Soon. I mean, if you want to. Yeah…”

Well, he must have been stunned by my grace and eloquence, because the next morning as I headed out to my car, I found that he’d been there during the night. There was a card and roses. Lots of roses.

Apparently, he was willing to see me again.

And suddenly, we were back together again, this time for reals.

My parents, by the way, were thrilled that we got back together. You see, many months before— before Blake and I had started dating, and before my parents had left for Chile, my dad had had a chance meeting with Blake and had been immensely impressed. My dad had asked me at the breakfast table the next morning, “so, are you interested in Blake?” I’d been kinda floored by the question, because I WAS interested in Blake but hadn’t said a word about it to anyone yet. I was flabbergasted enough by the question that I blurted out that yes, I liked him very much. My dad smiled and said, “good.” He’d been sitting on the sidelines, cheering Blake on, ever since.

Blake told me his side of the story about the days that we’d been apart, telling me how difficult, dark, sad they were. We’d both learned a lot about ourselves during that time. We both learned that we loved each other very much, and we never wanted to be apart again.

I guess breaking up was kinda the best thing that could have happened to our relationship… because now we knew.

And so, on my 22nd birthday, he wrote my father an email, asking for his blessing. He then took me on a drive up the canyon and stopped at one of our favorite places. We got out and walked for a bit, and then he got down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage. I was crying, he was crying, and somehow I managed to choke out the word, ‘YES!!!!”

(Yes, I know you’re about to vomit from the sappiness. Sorry…)

After that wonderful moment, we raced down the canyon back to Kate’s apartment and I walked in to a surprise birthday party for me (because did I mention that I have the awesomest BFF ever?) and it was so perfect, because the room was full of my dearest friends and we were able to make our big announcement. We were getting married!!!

And that’s when the REAL soapiness began…

(to be continued… again…)

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