She had made me an album about our relationship some time ago. It had pictures of her as a child, our first date, our date in Chiacgo, a bunch of things like that. At the time, it had very little about me because she didn’t have access to pictures of me. So, I filled in the gaps. The last page was a page with a big heart and a velvet bag. A string was tied to the ring inside the bag. When she asked about the string, I asked her to pull it.

She said “yes”. She doesn’t remember exactly what I said after she saw the ring. I did too, actually.