I was writing at my desk. I glanced at the clock. 4:30. Just half an hour left until my winter break. I still wasn’t sure what John (my boyfriend) had up his sleeve. But I just went with it. He was always trying to make big romantic gestures for me. That was actually how he won me over in the first place. He started off as just someone I met while doing laundry and the next day he shows up to my small apartment with concert tickets. He never told me how he got all this money to shower me with gifts, vacations, and our upscale apartment, but I was so head over heels for him, I just didn’t care. We had barely been dating 3 months but we were already living together and throwing the word love around. I may have only been 19 but I felt like I knew what I wanted in life.

I was alternating listening to the lecture and writing notes and thinking about John. Before I knew it, the bell rang and we were all dismissed. I grabbed my bag and talked to my best friend, Becky, as I headed out to the parking lot.

“So what’re you doing for winter?”

“Probably Florida with Jane (her girlfriend). What about you? Are you and John planning something special?”

“I honestly don’t know. He said he had a surprise but that’s it.” She gasped

“You don’t think he’ll propose do you?”

“Propose? We’ve only been dating 3 months.”

“Oh come on, you’re totally head over heels for him. It was true. I had barely known him a few months but I was totally falling for him. I was about to respond when I saw his car in the parking lot.