To get me treated for my ailment, my mom hauled me off to the local clinic. Little did she know, the handsome doctor on duty was the boyfriend I’d been dating for eight years—a guy who was head-over-heels in love with me. Right there on the spot, he dropped to his knees before my mom, tearfully begging her *not* to cure me; he claimed he wouldn't be able to go on living if I got better. My mom was dumbfounded, I was so mortified I wanted the ground to swallow me whole, and the young nurse outside was grinning like a blooming flower. From that day on, he won the old lady over by constantly calling her "Mom"; he also brewed tea for my dad, treated our pet fish, and taught us how to make slingshots—single-handedly winning my entire family's hearts. Our eight-year secret romance was exposed, and he even beat me to the punch with the marriage proposal. If you’re looking for a man, find one who’s head-over-heels in love with you—that’s how life gets sweeter by the day.
