My phone rang earlier today and found out that my boyfriend was outside my flat. I wasn’t prepared for his coming; he had bouquet of roses and chrysanthemum on his hand – a gesture for today’s first anniversary. A warm embrace was too good for the moment when I heard his fast heartbeat. In a second, he said he couldn’t live without me and that the year we had has been awesome. I pulled back and saw the ring on his hand! “Will you marry me?“, he said. I was flabbergasted with the startling question, mostly hoped for and much awaited, I was overwhelmed! Yes! Yes! Of course, I said Yes!
So, oh, this is how it feels! This is more surreal than I have ever thought. It’s a moment of choosing something beyond the comforts of a romantic relationship. It’s a split-of-a-second decision that has been thoroughly considered – a lifetime promise of something deeper and more serious, arrrghhh – It’s just the best!
My fiancé is the man of my prayers. He is just the right one! I believe on what they said, “you know it when you know it”. It just happens!
I’m still overwhelmed, I’m lost for words. My heart is full.