I want to hold the hand inside you. I want to take a breath that’s true. I look to you and I see nothing. I look to you to see the truth. Mazzy Star
At his roommate’s wedding, Brad took two girls out onto the dance floor. Only one of them stayed. Lucky for him it was the right girl: Mitra.
She had Brad figured out. She could anticipate his every move… that is until the day he proposed. Brad made her a scrapbook (ah my kind of guy) detailing all the special moments they had shared. On the last page, it said, “Marry Me.” When Mitra looked up, Brad was on his knee holding the ring.