By the way, The Boy proposed.Basically, we'd come to a sort of deal.We have been talking about getting married for months now but neither of us quite felt ready to really start telling people we were engaged. I told him that if he proposed properly, I would definitely say yes and we would tell the world that yes, we are definitely getting married next August.
Thus I found myself sitting at Narita Airport on Sunday night, feeling miserable and sorry for myself because I was about to embark on my very long trip to Melbourne almost completely without my voice and with various other cold symptoms and because I was going by myself. I can't explain it, exactly, but everything seems much more laden with risk when I fly somewhere without The Boy. There suddenly seem a million things that could go badly wrong for one of us.
Anyway. He hugged me and told me not to worry, it was only a week after all. And then he cleared his throat.
"Zerraweth," he said. "Next year, we will get married. I want to marry you and I am proposing. Is this ok?"
I started to cry.
"Ok? Ok?"
"Yes," I croaked and then I cried more because I was happy that this was finally sorted and... well, I still felt a bit sad and sorry for myself because I was going on a very long trip Melbourne without my voice and with various cold symptoms.
So we're engaged now. It's funny to think of it that way. I don't have a new ring or anything. We've just mentally upgraded my garnet "play-engagement" ring to an actual engagement ring. But we are engaged. That's the main thing.
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