Why am I the last to know?

Okay so here's the story: I ask Melissa to come out east because our friendship was totally on the rocks about to die. I mean until August we had spoken like once a month over the past year and a half. So to my surprise she agrees to come and even manages it the week after I asked. It's good now I have hope that maybe there is hope for what was once a really close friendship. Well I meet her on Saturday and as she's unpacking I'm trying to think of what to say to get the ball rolling..... All the issues I thought were a problem I'm realizing aren't the real issues but I don't know what is. Slowly it creeps up on me; if there is one thing Melissa and I are good at it's telling half-truths for the "sake of the other person." So honesty okay but where to start? Well how about as to if we really want this friendship. So I tell her that I really want to be good friends again but I need to know what she wants so we can start with honesty and on the same page. Well she says she'd really like that. Okay good right? No I'm still not quite there, hmmm... What's missing? I know the whole truth. Yep the realization hit me between the eyes like a meteor thrown from the hand of God: I want to marry this girl, always have so why the hell have I never asked?!? Well if there's something else Melissa and I are good at it's talking ourselves out of things (ya we have a lot in common). So right then and there I ask her to marry me. She said yes! Well we went to Tim Horton's and on the way she is just freaking out, me it hasn't sunk in yet. We get there and I start having an internal terror time. For the next hour and a half we are both freaking out in different ways. Well after an hour and a half I decided enough is enough so we go and spend an hour and a half in prayer. Boy what a difference that made! God just gave us peace so we started calling and telling people. Okay really it was mostly spent trying to find our parents. Anywho, the next night we spent an hour in prayer and God told me to go to a specific jewelry store for the ring, so we went on Monday and got a beautiful ring with out killing the bank account. Yay! So now we begin all the plans and all but as we do and talk to others apparently many people were expecting this. Even though Melissa was coming down just so we could work stuff out enough to be friends again, apparently everyone that knew she was coming was expecting me to propose. Why was I the last to know?