Once upon a time I was 13 at a summer camp and the prettiest girl I'd ever seen walked right up to me and said 'black is a good color on you'. No idea why. We chatted and became friends, exchanged AIM screen names (it was the time) and stayed in touch for a while.
He said they drifted apart a bit through high school, but said “not a day went by that I didn't think about that girl”.
He went on to say:
In my senior year I went through some dumb high school stuff that seemed earth-shattering at the time, and fell hard into depression. I resolved to take my own life, wrote a note and went to where I planned to end things.
Somewhere between 5 and 10 seconds before I would have committed suicide, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID - I couldn't die not knowing. It was a number I didn't recognize, so I picked up and it was her.
He wrote that Blake said she “just felt like she had to call me”. Even though they hadn’t spoken for a year.
Long story short, she pried, I spilled the beans and she talked me out of it. I mean she literally said 'What? Don't do that'. And that was that.
She made me promise to call her the next day, and we hung up. That night I started writing the words which, ten years later, I'd propose with.