7/27/1957 (continued)

Dear Diary,

"Hey," Jaiden said, "Wanna take a walk? It's nice out."

"Sure," I agreed, "Got nothing better to do."

He chuckled, grabbed my hand, and we left. I pulled my hand out of his and turned around, barely catching the door before it closed.

"What?" He inquired.

"Sorry," I said, "Gotta get my keys. I don't want to be locked out."

"Yeah," He agreed.

When I got back out, I felt kind of bad. I had ruined the moment. I slid my hand into his, and we walked on. We left the building, and took in the fresh, cool, night air.

"Thanks," I said suddenly.

"What?" He asked

"You got me out of my room, and I never would have come out on my own."

"Of course," He replied.

We walked in silence for a while. We turned a corner, going around headquarters. He suddenly stopped. He dropped onto one knee, and I had a minor heart attack. He grabbed my hand.

"Emilie," He said, "We've been together for a year now," He reached for his pocket, I was taking in his every movement.

"Will you marry me?" He said, holding out a sterling silver ring with little diamonds all around it. Simple, but meaningful.

"Yes," I said, almost breathless, "Yes, I will marry you Jaiden Johnson. I will love you forever."

He slid the ring onto my finger.

Love from,

~EAZ~