There is this person in my life.

For four and a half years, he’s been with me. It wasn’t easy, at first, since I was carrying quite a bit of baggage from previous relationships, but he was very patient with me. I’ve never met a better listener, or a less judgmental one.

He travelled to the other side of the world to be with me, and when we came back, he moved in with me for good. We’re both loners by nature, but somehow we never seem to be bothered by each other’s presence. He’s seen me at my absolute worst and weakest, as well as my best and strongest, and takes the swiftness of my mood changes pretty much in stride. There is no one in this world I trust more.

The only dream I have is of us growing old together. The biggest fear I have is me surviving him.

And so, when he came home from work today, carrying half a dozen dark red, velvety roses and two pieces of cake, and later asked me to marry him, I said yes.