Propoversary (Three Mysteries)

Last year today at around 15.40pm (yes, I've recorded the time) I proposed my girlfriend and 4 days later, on Christmas morning, she said yes. I have therefore declared December the 20th our "Propoversary". I thought I coined the phrase "Proposalversary" but was disappointed to find that it already exists, atleast informally and thus shortened it to "Propoversary" which is definitely mine. I also thought I coined the phrase "Unofficial Relationship" but found it was already in circulation. Look at the Unofficial Relationship posts, part 1 here and part two, here. I beg your pardon, I believe part two is still pending. I'll get it done soon.

Well, I thought I'd right a little something in light of our propoversary. Three mysterious things happened after I proposed her that to this day, I do not understand. My dad attempted to give a solution to atleast one. You're most welcome to suggest any explanations.

Mystery No. 1

The first mysterious thing happened right after I proposed her. I was on my way home pondering my proposal and her response. Replaying the whole incident in  my mind when five minutes away from said home, I broke down into tears. I was around some scattered people so I held back and ran ahead as the route ahead was more deserted. I then wept uncontrollably and unreservedly. I got home and rushed into my room, closed the door and wept for an hour to two. My mother came to see me, anxious to hear how it went (yes, I told both my parents before going) and found me curled up in bed and assumed the worst. After a few questions she gave me some much needed space. My father called to find out how it went and I broke down while talking to him. Muttering, "Shes a good girl dad," over and over. My father was away at a lodge in town to get some work done but came back home to console his supposedly rejected son.

You see, I could tell from the young ladies excitement after I proposed that all things being equal I was getting a yes. And I thought my weeping was because I was on a highway to get a girl I didn't deserve being the wretch I am. My friends came to see me and couldn't understand my sorrow (yes, I told my closest friends I was launching).

After a while I felt a lot better and joined my mother in the living room to narrate the epic event. My dad came through and joined us.

The thing I don't understand is why I wept like I did. I am not one to spontaneously break down. I can count the times I have on one hand so that was odd.

My dad did offer a hypothesis which I know I will not do justice because I can't remember how he put it exactly but it made a lot of sense. He hypothesized that the past few hours, maybe even days, leading up to the proposal kept me excited and emotionally high. Letting it all out, left me suddenly emotionally drained or empty causing a sudden depression. He said preachers go through it on Mondays after Sunday's preaching. He had a phrase for it I can't remember. With time, the emotions stabilize and one is normal again hence my ability to laugh and jest a few hours later.

Mystery No. 2

The second mysterious thing, like the third, happened after she said yes. For the weeks that followed the 'yes' I was with her practically everyday. We were both on school vacation so it worked out great. However, everytime I got home from seeing her, I'd be EXTREMELY exhausted and I couldn't for the life of me understand why. I even asked a doctor from church and explained that I had just proposed this girl and asked whether it could by any chance have anything to do with it. He strongly doubted it and said something about stress and said it'd go in time.

It did.

But after a long while.

This extreme exhaustion had me desperately worried, I hadn't felt anything like it before and really wondered what was causing it. My best guess was that I would get tired from being a guy who this stunning girl wouldn't discover was actually unlovely and thus put on my best show when I was with her, sitting up straight and walking properly and breathing correctly etc. Thus at the end of each day with her, I'd just be drained.

Mystery No.3

The third and final mystery was that everyday, for about a month or so after she said yes, I'd wake up at about 3 or 4am and fail to sleep again. This problem certainly didn't compliment the one directly above (mystery no. 2). Before she said yes, I'd be up at 1am or something but I expected a 'yes' would usher in my old sleeping routine. Alas! Every day I'd wake up so early and just couldn't sleep.

I reasoned it out this way. I knew for a fact that this girl was delusional to say yes to me and I expected her to come to her senses any second from the time she said 'yes', and that had me dead worried, so worried I'd be up early in the morning and fail to get any sleep. I wondered what it'd be that would make her realize that she could do so, so much better and wondered when she'd finally come to that realization.

I am glad to report that the wedding day is atleast one year closer and if I can just keep her in this state of delusion until she says, "I do," I might just manage to entrap her into wedlock.

So far so good!

Well, there you have it, the three mysteries. Possible solutions are most welcome!