i wish you could have heard it from my perspective as i cowered down in a dark hall of some stranger’s house. there was a knock on the door, a louder knock, and then he opened it to her whispered insistence that he get out of there. i don’t live here anymore! you can’t just walk into somebody else’s house. YOU’RE GOING TO GET ARRESTED!
all she knew is that it was dark and it seemed like her boyfriend was sneaking into a house that she had lived in years before while she was in grad school at the university of alabama. what she didn’t know, though, is that he’d gone to great, great lengths to scheme with the current owners to propose right there in that same living room where much of their relationship had begun and unfolded (followed by a surprise party at glory bound with their families and best friends). take note, gentlemen…this is how it’s done. 😉