Love is All You Need, Love is All You Need (echoed)

It was a long time ago. I think I might have been twelve years old. But I was in Indianapolis at a swim meet, and it was early February. I always remember because I would always be driving back from this meet in Indy at the start of the Superbowl, and only make it for the second half.

But one year, it was different. It was strangely warm, but this canal, that is in the picture that runs through downtown Indy, was still frozen over with still very thick ice. So a couple of friends and I naturally went out to play on the ice, throw rocks at it from the bridge in the picture, and just have fun. The building on the right was the hotel we stayed in. We had a blast.

But being February, and Valentine's Day coming up, love was in the air. I was running toward the bridge when I saw a man and woman standing in the very center of it. She looked bashful, almost like one of the Seven Dwarfs, red in the face, nervously looking at the ground. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that her man, the man next to her I assumed, had gotten for her. It was about noon on Superbowl Sunday, and it was then that I said he was going to propose to her. They were in the center of the bridge, with a beautiful city around them still sleeping, a comfortably warm February day, she was holding flowers and he was standing close to her. It seemed almost too perfect, like that of a movie.

I leaned over to my buddy Trey Van Dyke, who now lives in Texas and attends Texas A and M, and I said, "dude, he is gonna propose." Trey looked at me weird and ran back into the hotel, but I just stood there, glued to the cement. I couldn't leave. What if I was right?

It seemed like minutes for me, must have felt like hours for the man, but was only seconds in real life, and he slowly got down on his right knee, hand in hand, and asked his woman to marry him. I guess she said yes, because soon after, the man jumped up and they embraced like never before. They even began to kiss each other, which was weird for me, considering I don't think they knew I was there. So I pointed to the guy, as if to say "you are the man" and I ran back into the hotel. What a sight.

Valentine's Day is a loving one. I will surely show my loved one's what it's all about, especially my hero.

Drew Harris is My Hero.

-B