Life tends to make my story quite hard to romanticise from time to time. I'll try anyway. I feel ready now to pour it all on you; this is a raw summary of the last few months. Sit back, relax, and prepare the Kleenex. There are things in life - good and bad - that you know from society, media, codes in your DNA, will come eventually and unavoidably. You wait and wait and sit tight, prepare yourself for them in extends that you didn't know existed - and they still don't come. Until they do. All at once, because life probably knows that you're running out of time to fit all that into the remaining half. If I wasn't medicated, I probably couldn't handle it. God bless Zoloft. This is the story of how I got engaged. If you follow the blog since the start, you probably already know a lot from the last five years. The posts get more and more personal with each year passing, with a constant concept of unsuccessfully trying to squeeze some positivity into the messages I...