I did not know my gf was my sister...

The first time I met Sarah was at a college party. I was helping myself to some fruit punch when she approached me. I have no clue why she walked up to me - I was this shy, awkward kid who had barely even spoken to a girl before. But then we started chatting, and next thing I knew we were dating. It felt so right being with her - she was so kind and funny and I loved her. It was towards our last year at college that I really started to think about marrying her. But before we move on give this video a thumbs up, or else this could happen to you!

Now, Sarah wasn't exactly the open type of girl. She never told me about her past, or about her family. All I knew was that she grew up in Kansas, like me, and she went to college because that's what her mom wanted her to do. And that was about it. I didn't even meet her mom until our second-year anniversary.

Of course, as soon as my own mom heard I managed to get a girlfriend, she immediately called insisting we have dinner together. We all had dinner - myself, Sarah, and my mom. My dad had left the family long ago. All I had of him was this old picture - I was only 6-years-old and he was holding me in his lap. He always wore a suit and tie, and his black hair was peppered with grey. He looked so big and protective. He held me so tight. But my mom told me he had cheated on her, and had left her to raise me as a single mother. I always hated my dad for that.

Sarah and I lived happily together for a couple of years. We had all the same interests: painting, hiking, watching movies late at night. But no matter how close we got, I always felt she was holding something back. Every now and then I would slide in a question casually, to try and pry at least a little bit of information from her.

Where is your dad? How come you never talk about your family?

But I would always get the same, sly response. "I'll tell you another time." she would tease.

I loved her so much, so I learned to live with all the secrecy.

And then came that fateful night. I had bought her a ring. I was broke so I could only afford a small, diamond ring. But still. I was going to propose. There was no doubt in my mind. I wanted to marry Sarah.

I planned on proposing to her at her house. We normally had date night at hers, since her mother never seemed to mind. We ordered pizza, put on a movie, while the ring rested in the back pocket of my pants.

I was so nervous I couldn't even focus on the movie. While cowboys strutted around and gunshots sounded, I was imagining how I would get down on one knee. Would she say yes? Would she get mad at how ordinary it was? I wasn't the romantic kind of guy. Surely she would appreciate the sentiment? As these thoughts raced through my head, Sarah leant against me, oblivious.

Then the movie came to an end. This was it. This was my cue. My hand fumbled to my back pocket, and I was about to pull out the ring, when Sarah spoke.

"I want to tell you something." she said nervously.

"What is it?" I asked. I was slightly annoyed by the interruption, but I could tell this was serious.

"It's about my father." she said. I felt my stomach jolt. In the three years since we'd been together, she had never mentioned her father before. Not

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