Weeks passed and we began to see each other every day. I started taking new routes to class just so we could walk together and he began getting to campus earlier so we could grab lunch together. He became my white picket fence. The perfect finishing touch to my life. The little extra something I needed to get by.

As my gymnastics season continued, he developed an interest. He wanted to know what I was spending the majority of my days practicing and what I spent my weekends were consumed with. February 24th, we had a meet at Southern Connecticut. It was a close enough drive that he could make the trip alone. I was knock-your-socks off ecstatic for about 36 seconds and then it hit me. My mom never misses a meet. In fact, my aunt visiting from England is going to be there as well. Even better, this gym is set up stadium style so I will be 20 yards away minimum as they interact for the first time. This was going to be swell.

He walked into the meet, roses hidden inside his jacket, and smile creeping onto his face. My chest tightened. I was drowning in butterflies when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of my own mother and aunt in a pair of cardboard crowns that you find at a fast food restaurant. The only thing that I could do was shrug. If he was going to be a part of my life, he would have to become a part of the crazy.

Lucky for me, he did. I got back to the campus late at night and he was waiting with a question and more importantly, my favorite ice cream. He was asking me to be his girlfriend. He wanted me out of every girl he knew to be his. I was flabbergasted.