he proposed last night. got down on one knee and everything. he looked me right in the eye, told me he loved me and that he wanted to spend every morning for the rest of his life waking up next to me. that he wanted me on the receiving end of every goodnight kiss, every shared french fry, every silly little fight, from now until eternity.
in the moments that followed, i found myself composing this weird little acceptance speech in my head…
thank you to that little cafe on macdougal where he stomped on my foot. thank you to the makers of twister for putting both of our right hands on yellow. thank you to bob dylan for playing on shuffle the first time we finally came together.
thank you cabernet, thank you lincoln center, thank you mom, thank you dad,
he asked me to marry him last night.
i said “thank you.”