Engagement

December 23rd, 2017, I met this very handsome, distinguished gray headed man with lots of style.  He had sent me a message on Match about 3 weeks prior and we quickly exchanged phone numbers, which turned into countless texts, phone calls and facetimes.  When I finally met Bob in person, I felt I already knew him pretty darn well but was so pleasantly surprised that I really, really liked him more than I could imagine.  We took it slowly... he lived an hour away, so we saw each other on weekends and talked on the phone every single day and night.  So, when we talked into moving in with each other it was a natural progression of our relationship.  But long before when we first started dating, Bob had said he wasn't going to get remarried, he said I've been married twice and I don't want to have to go through that again.  I would always reply with understanding.  I knew it had to be hard on him.  I told him, if he wanted to marry me, that he had to want it, not because I pressured him into anything.  If he was marrying me, it was for the long haul, for the forever.  Not for this death do you part crap, he was either haunting me, or I was haunting him, because neither of us want to spend forever without the other.  

Fast forward almost 3 years, he took me back to the same Starbucks that we met at in 2017.  It was closed, due to Covid.  It was raining outside and I could sense his frustration, I just assumed he wanted a coffee.  He didn't.  He wanted me to be his wife.  I hope to make him the happiest man in the world, in the universe, in the galaxy because, he tries every single day to make sure I am.