When we were both younger, I yelled at two guys who were picking on you for playing with pokemon cards. After that you invited me over and we played video games until my mom came to pick me up. You would help me pass my classes, and I would help make you classes barable by threatening to beat up anyone who messed with you. Soon, our sleeping bags became a permanent fixture in eachother's rooms. You always consolled me that my size and looks weren't who I was, and that I was wonderful no matter what all the other boys thought. You were the only one who I would let see me cry. You never took advantage of me, and stuck by my side all through these years. 15 years later, you proposed to me with a ring in a Pokeball, with a piece of paper inside saying, "I choose you." When I told my friends, they laughed. I didn't care. The ring on my finger looked amazing.