Back when we started dating my girlfriend was emphatic that I not propose- ever. They’d been married before and while they weren’t ruling it out they didn’t want any pressure or stress thinking about me popping a proposal on them. I promised over and over.
I got them a ring one Hanukah and they still panicked and I was like “Hey! This is just jewelry, I promised, calm down!”
Years passed and they said they felt bad. My coworkers would ask why we weren’t engaged and I’d just smile and say nothing about our relationship would change if we were married or not, and that I wasn’t in a hurry. But the questions made my girlfriend anxious and I reassured them that when and if they wanted to step forward together it was okay.
Before I left my job at the jewelry store we both picked out rings for each other. (Why waste the discount?) But still, we weren’t in a hurry.
We’re six years in and while having dinner at a little Mexican place I thought, I wish I could propose. I promised so many times. But we both have rings. We both know it’s moving there. I wanted to ask if it would be okay, but any question in that direction would be obvious.
So instead as we pulled up to our home, I said, “Hey babe-“ and they looked over and I fell silent. I turned the question over and over while we looked into each other’s eyes and finally said, “never mind.”
They asked what I meant and I tried to drop it. We walked inside. Then I saw them smile. And I instantly knew that they knew what I was thinking. I said, “I’m not asking but- could I ask?”
They grinned and said, “You are, you’re asking.”
“No!” I protested, “Not here in our entryway! I’ll ask somewhere pretty, but just- it’s stupid, I want to be married to you. I’m so excited to get to call you my wife.”
And they hugged me and got a bit misty and said, “You can ask.”
So. Not in our entryway or on our couch but soon when we’re somewhere pretty I’ll ask them.
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