Last night we were going about our regular programming of hanging on the couch, eating snacks and watching some tv before bed.
I reached over to hold his hand and it was incredibly clammy. I thought nothing of it really.
Then he pauses the show, gets up, throws his hand out and says “come on, it’s time” slightly confused, I get up and let him lead me. He takes me to another spot and say to “take a seat” I do and then he kneels down in front of me and says
“On this night that will never happen again (22/02/2022)
At this time that will happen again (22:22pm)
Will you spend this life that will never happen again
Sharing with me this love that will never happen again”
Pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him
In my chocked up, tears steaming state, I said “yes!”
We shared so many salty kisses. It was the most beautifully intimate and thoughtful proposal I could’ve ever asked for. Σε αγαπώ πολύ Π!
For those upset by my title: the title was ambiguous for a reason. Crying doesn’t always imply sadness and if you’re upset that I tricked you or something because you wanted a sad story, you need to get over yourselves.