That same year, I took her on a trip to New York City. I promised her at the Warhol that I would take her to see the Met someday, so three years later, I bought two plane tickets to the City and booked a suite at the Palace Hotel. She was infatuated with everything we saw, and when we got to the museum, she was in heaven. I was given a history lesson about every little piece of artwork we walked past. She knew everything about every section from Greek and Roman to Egyptian to Asian, and I was reassured each time we entered a new section how smart my beautiful girl was. I had never heard of most of the things she told me but I listened attentively and complimented her intelligence when she was finished.
                          
	It was when we were in the section with art from the Middle East that I finally built up the courage to do it. We were standing in front of a display case that had a bunch of ornate dishes in it and a large gold and blue design hung up inside. Reina was rambling about the history of the design, but I was only half listening as I debated on how to properly go about it.
                          
	"I cannot believe I'm standing in front of Suleiman the Magnificent's signature!" Reina said, excitement clear in her voice and smile. "You know, things like this just make it all real. Like, when you're reading a history book, how do you know if the author didn't just make shit up? But this is Suleiman the Magnificent's real signature, like, this was his official Tughra. Can you believe that we're looking at something that the greatest Ottoman sultan had created for him? This is my favorite piece in the whole place, hands down."
                          
	She had not noticed that I was on my knee beside her as she rambled on about the design. When I did not respond or compliment her knowledge, she looked over at me and gasped, causing everyone in the room to look at us. Seeing that I was on my knee, everyone continued watching. There must have been at least thirty people staring at me, spiking my nerves to an all-time high, and I desperately wanted to tell every nosy onlooker to fuck off and mind their own damn business. I ignored that instinct, though, and took a deep breath in, reminding myself of why I was on my knee in the first place and meeting the gaze of the most flawless woman I had ever met. Her eyes were brimmed with tears and both of her hands were covering her mouth but shock and absolute joy were still evident on her face. I smiled, twice as assured as I was ten seconds earlier that what I was about to do would be the best decision of my life.
                          
	"Reina," I began, searching for the right words. "I've been planning this out since I gave you that promise ring three years ago. I didn't need a week to know how I felt about you, and I didn't need three years to know what I wanted. I love you. I've loved you since the second I laid eyes on you. You are the most amazing, caring person I've ever met and I'd be honored to spend the rest of my life with you."
                          
	"Harry..." She mumbled through small sobs, tears streaming down her face, hands still covering her mouth.
                          
	I took a deep breath and continued, "I wouldn't live a fulfilled life unless I got to see you as happy as you are today, every day, and I'll do everything in my power to make that possible. I love you and I'm only going to love you more and more until the day I die. Now, we've practically got a whole museum watching us so, please, Reina... Please marry me."
                          
	"Yes. Yes a billion times." Reina smiled at me, her face still wet with tears. The entire room clapped for us and her cheeks burned red. I stood and kissed her, lifting her off the ground and spinning us around. When I set her back down and broke our kiss, I slipped the ring onto her finger. Reina inspected the ring with absolute joy in her eyes and I felt more fulfilled than I had in my entire life.
                          
	The lady at the jewelry store had to help me pick out the perfect ring, seeing as I was tasteless. I wanted Reina's dreams to be fulfilled, starting with a ring that would leave her speechless. We decided on a white gold rope-style band with a four karat diamond that the lady called "princess cut," but it just looked square to me. It was simple, but I knew Reina would love it.
                          
	A year after that, our wedding day was the day I became the happiest man in the world. We got married at some gorgeous church in God-knows-where, Pennsylvania, and our reception was at a banquet hall back in Pittsburgh. My mother was able to come to the wedding, and surprisingly, my father showed up as well. Reina looked so beautiful and the image of her standing in front of me, promising to be my wife for eternity was forever engrained in my mind. I stuck with the rope theme for her wedding band. Small diamonds wrapped around the entire ring in between two thin, white gold ropes on either side of the diamonds. The wedding band she gave me was a simple, shiny white gold band, but engraved on the inside were the words "give me one week" in elegant cursive.
                          
	And that's really all it came down to. After one week together, we formed such an amazing relationship that continued to get stronger and stronger until we were finally able to call each other husband and wife. It's so unbelievable, but I always thought that fairytales were just tales until Reina came along, and I'm here to tell you that love at first sight is possible, and feelings can grow in a really short period of time, and it's never too soon to be in love. Accept your feelings. Don't be afraid. Ask yourself: what do you have to lose?
                          
	The answer is nothing. You can only gain.
                          
	Take it from me. I went from a hard-ass, rocker wannabe who pretended feelings didn't exist and worked his sorrows off with girls he'd never remember to a married man who is completely whipped for his wife and is telling you to go for it - whatever "it" may be. If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is.
                          
	Reina and I moved to New York City about eight months after we got married. I got a really great job offer and Reina was more than ready to get out of Pittsburgh and to escape all of the memories that tormented her for years.
                          
	Our first child, Skylar Angela, was born about a year after we got settled in New York. When Skylar was three, our second child, Grayson Adam, was born. I took out my lip ring hoping my kids wouldn't strive to look like me. I made many stupid decisions when I was younger and, though there was no way to hide the tattoos, I didn't want Skylar and Grayson to see me and do the same.
                          
	Grayson is now two years old and Skylar is five. We're still living in New York City. Reina loves her job as a stay-at-home mother; she is such a natural caretaker and is amazing with the kids. And me: I'm happier than I ever imagined myself to be. After my brother died, I thought I didn't want a family of my own so there was no possibility that I would ever go through that pain again. But now, I live and breath for my family, and I'd go to the ends of the earth to protect my kids. I have no one to thank for helping me become the man I am today and giving me the most amazing life besides my gorgeous, endlessly fascinating wife. I wake up every morning even more in love with her than I was when I fell asleep, and every day I continue to uncover small mysteries within her.
                          
A guilty pleasure may start out as something small, but if you follow your instincts and surrender to your feelings, that guilty pleasure may transform into the greatest happiness there is.
                          
THE END