*first and foremost, i would like to acknowledge the victims at the Newtown Connecticut shooting on Friday, December 14, 2012. My heart goes out to the victims families, and I am deeply saddened by this horrific act of terrorism that has unfolded on that day. Those who have lost their lives that day, are in my heart and in my prayers.* 

I soon regained consciousness and saw a firefighter standing over me: "you ok pal?" he asked when he saw me wake. He helped me up off of the floor and I had a little trouble standing at first, not that I am particularly surprised in the first place, but I'm glad that I didn't wake up in a hospital. I soon got my bearings back and looked for Ethan as the first responders left the room, and I found him on his bed, just lying there. "hey." he says silently, almost as trying not to wake a baby.

"hey babe. Listen, I have to go back to Philadelphia ."

"no!" he said springing out of bed like a spring on steroids.

"Ethan, I have to. For my teammates. I can't give them a reason to give me a bad reputation." I answer.

"you don't get it, do you? It's all about you now isn't it? It's never about us. Ever since we've been drafted, that's all you have been concerned with, is pleasing your teammates and coach. I realize that they need you, and that this is the only thing that you have ever worked towards getting, but I need you too. So, why can't you just think about us a little more?" he said with tears welling in his eyes. I felt bad at this point, and I couldn't leave him now, because if I did, I would lose him forever. 

"your right Ethan. I've been selfish." I said as I wrapped my arms around his waist, with my hands resting just above his ass. 

"it's just.... This is really the only thing that I love, and I can call my own. I guess I just got caught up in the hysteria, that I almost lost the most important thing to me, you." I said looking into his beautiful, unforgettable eyes. I could see the blood rush to his face, and I notice him look towards my chest before burying his face in it as he gave me a hug. I rested my head on top of his and embraced him. He made me so happy, and I cant even bear the thought of losing him. We stood there, holding each other tightly in the empty apartment for a good 10 minutes, just showing our love that we had for one-another. We released eachother and I gave him a little peck on the lips. "here, you lay down and rest, and I'll get something for dinner. You like Chinese food?"

"what kind of question is that babe? We've known eachother since freshman year, we've been dating for almost a year, you tell me." I said with a cheeky smile. "Chinese it is." he said walking into the small kitchen. I flipped on the TV, and switched the channel to CBS. The tv blared: "From New York, the greatest city in the world. It's the Late Show with David Letterman." it said. I loved these kind of  shows. Late night, nothing on, your soul mate with you, laughing together. There's just nothing like it. And letterman is kinda funny! I like Craig Ferguson better, but that's on after this so I can't complain. Around twelve, their was a knock at the door. I got up to answer it and it was the Chinese delivery guy. We paid for our food and brought it in the house. We closed the door behind us, placed the assorted food items on the coffee table, and dug in. We ate as we watched Letterman together and I just remembered I had something in my carry-on bag. I got up and went in the bedroom to get it. It was s little black box. I came back in and found Ethan in the kitchen. I grasped  his arm and spun him around. He looked a little shocked as i did this, but then he smiled. I gave him a light kiss on the lips, and then said: "I've been thinking about what our future may hold, and I came to the conclusion that you can't predict the future, but you can change it." I said as I got down on one knee. I took his hand in mine and looked up at him. He had tears flowing down his cheeks, that were filled with joy. How do I know? Because I know Ethan. I pulled out the box, looked up at him as I opened it. "so, with that in mind, will you marry me?"




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