We were cuddling and listening to a song I had put on his tablet. It was dark and otherwise quiet when the lyrics came on, “I will love you forever. Forever and always. Through the good and the bad and the ugly. We’ll grow old together. Forever and always.”
And I knew. I had to ask him. We’d been talking about marriage more seriously than usual the past few days, from what kind of rings we should get to when we should propose to what kind of music would play at our wedding. So I asked. “Will you marry me?”
He smiled and instantly said yes. We hugged closer, and I felt more real than I had in eons. I said, “Now we’re engaged,” and my grin grew even wider. He squeaked a bit in excitement and buried his head into my chest.
We talked for a while later, but eventually I had to go home and give our newly spayed kitten her pain medication. We kissed one last time, then I stepped out the door with the most ridiculous smile on my face.
I am engaged. This kept replaying in my head, even as I recounted how unlikely the circumstances were. We were in his dorm, on an uncomfortable mattress. I needed a shower badly since it was shower day and I had overslept and skipped it. Cheesy, sad music played in the background as the intimate moment between us happened… and I will never forget it.