So, I am engaged. I know this is a strange way in which to phrase such an announcement, but that is precisely how this fact entered my life, and I am currently helplessly and maddeningly unsure of what to do with it. So this is how I shall present it to you.
I am engaged.
This fact was to be presented to me on the night of our schools first annual film festival when my love and I stole away a few tender moments behind the performance auditorium. Not to fulfill some sordid, lust driven desire, but to simply bask in the absolute wonder of being alone with that one person that you love over all others in this life. It is like comfort, arousal, relaxation, awareness, sleep and laughter all stirred together and wrapped in a warm blanket of love and passion that overwhelms even the most blazing sexual encounter. But it was here in this intimate encounter between lovers that I was first presented with the idea of marraige that we had both been toying with in our minds and fantasies for so long.
We were lying on this ridiculously large air cushion used by the track team to catch their pole vaulters, gazing up at the stars, lying in each other's warm embrace when I turned to him and smiled, laughing as I said to him, half jokingly, "You know, I'm going to marry you, plan your life around it."
This made his gaze distant and then tender, drawing me closer to him as be began to speak with the voice of someone who has waited a very long time to say something that is very important, but who no longer knows how exactly it is that that thing is said aloud. After several minutes he finaly managed to indulge me with his modest proposal that would change our lives forever and not at all.
It wasn't until the next week that the reality of our act had set upon us, an we began to map out the restrictions and rules to our new secret engagement.
We could not tell our parents. We could not tell our friends. We could not tell anyone. There would be no ring, as there was no money. We could not call each other that name for which we both secretly longed, that name which we had earned. "Fiance".
No, it was not for 2 months that we let leak our secret. Slowly widening our circle of trust, growing bolder with each telling.
But amidst our happiness, we are engaged yet not to this very day.
Our parents still remain oblivious, for sheer fear of their reactions and the strain the shock would put on my mothers delicate medical state. We are all too often caught referring to each other as "My Boyfriend", or "My Girlfriend". There will still be no ring, for there is still no money. I sometimes find me needing reminding that our engagement is in fact real, and not a whispy and intangible dream.
But we are in love, and in no matter what way, we will be together one way. In a marraige of souls, if it can not be of bodies.

May you slippers always be glass, and may all your weddings be white,
Kisses and Cake luvs,
-Plum