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Chapter 2

Waking up with a start, I realize that the bed is empty.

And that I’m alone.

And that I kicked Matt out earlier that night….

Overcome by a serious amount of self-pity, I find my way to the freezer, only to find that there isn’t any B&J’s Cookie Dough flavored ice cream left. Like my life wasn’t shitty enough and I have to find out that even the freezer is mocking me…

Getting dressed, I decide to jog to the nearest seven eleven, where thankfully, there is sufficient ice cream to last me through a few days… The cashier looks at me and my 4 tubs of Cookie Dough suspiciously. Seeing my teary eyes, she tells me that the chocolate chip flavor helps for break-ups as well…

God I didn’t know I was that obvious… I get back to the freezers, get a few tubs of the chocolate chip version, and pay the lady what I owe her. Heck, thirty dollars worth of ice cream… I’ve got it  bad…

The thing is, I actually have got it bad… I knew Matt since college. Studying marketing, I knew that I had a big future ahead of me. I always dreamt big. And so did Matthew. We started on a project together, having to come up with a product for a niche market, and how we would distribute it. After many long nights of working together, we aced the project. And found out that we missed each other after that… He asked me out, we had a nice romantic dinner, followed by a walk on the beach… it was nice… it was sweet… it was feeling at home with someone, which was the first time I’d felt that ever since I moved out of my parents’ house…

He was a good catch apparently… Some of my friends were swooning over the cute guy that was my boyfriend. He was very attractive, some would say sexy… I don’t know if that’s the right word, it wasn’t like he was overly confident or cocky, as you see in some guys that are labeled sexy… he was really down to earth. Human. Sweet. Funny. Intelligent.

Oh who am I kidding he was sexy as hell. He just didn’t know it…

4 years fast forward, and I am sitting on my sofa, drowning myself in tears and icecream.

This sofa, we bought together when we decided to move in together..

Rewind 1 year…On this sofa, he asked me to Marry him… sounds lame, right? It wasn’t… It was our 3 years anniversary, and I’d woken up with flowers next to my side of the bed. And rose-petals all over the place. There was soft, romantic music playing. Being a weekend, I didn’t make any haste to follow the music, but of course, my curiosity got the better of me… Barely dressed, I made my way down to the living room, where there was breakfast served… The salon table was covered with more rose petals, there was pink champagne (for breakfast! I know, how decadent!) and strawberries… orange juice, chocolate croissants, and a hard boiled egg. I like hard boiled eggs. Not the soft yukkie running egg-yoke all over your chin version, no, a properly hard boiled egg…

And he was holding some more flowers…. Told me to sit down… So I sat down, on the sofa, and he gave me the flowers and a glass of pink champagne, and we toasted…

‘3 years, sweetie… congratulations..’

‘thank you Matt… congratulations to you t….’ and that’s the exact moment when the sparkly diamond ring in the bottom of my glass caught my attention…

‘errrr…. Matt?’ I asked, slightly panicking… I mean… diamonds? This is serious…

‘What is it sweetie?’ he asked, his goofy smile not betraying any emotions…

‘there is, errrr, something in my glass I think…’

‘Yes there is…’ he looked at me, smiling… before I knew it, he was in front of me, on one knee, saying that he loved me more than life itself. And that he couldn’t imagine living one day of his life without me… saying that he wanted to spend all his days with me, like this, in love and together.

‘If that’s what you want as well Shawna, please would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?’

‘Hell yes…’

Well, hell yes then, just turned into hell right now…