So I'm 16 and I have a girlfriend. Oh big whoop you have a girlfriend like everyone else. Well that's the thing. You know all the crap that the world did to me? Well she was and is my cure. Don't worry we're getting close to the memory. So one night I decided that I'd sneak over to the cures house and I do. So we're in the basement where we usually do what any other teens would do when left alone. But what we did was much more so scratch that last part. So we're standing there talking in a basement. I'm scared shitless because guess what. I'm gunna propose to the cure. We make out a bit and my heart is going insane and beating faster than two bunnies having sex. Like god should have played the. Eminem song where the guys knees are weak and palms are sweaty and there's vomit on his sweater already. As I'm working up enough balls to ask every good memory I have need be I have few but anyway they all replay and then I see it. I see her saying yes. Except I don't just see it in my mind. I see it, she's crying and I'm on my knee holding the only ring I could afford because after all I am poor. But she doesn't care, she only cares about my love. I ask her for forever and always and she says it back. I cry. My heart stops. It's so amazing. I never thought I'd live long enough to find anything close to love. But I'm making it with her that night. It's so beautiful, you can hear my heart beat louder and louder. It beats for her. It pushes and runs all the blood in my body for her. It gives me life for her. It moves my blood so quickly for now I have the cure. That's my favorite memory.