Too. Much. Cute.
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Can we just appreciate how sweet this is? Like damn, that is some nice handwriting…and it’s all so romantic and does anyone realize that text messages are not immortal like this I need to go cry now because urgh civilization frustrates me sometimes
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One of my favorite pictures with my bf of almost two years, Christopher. I’m Willy, the blonde.
Submitted by: fosterthewillham
I’d been planning a proposal for two months. We went to a nice dinner, just him and I, presumably for his birthday, but he knew I’d been planning something. At the end, I excused myself and went downstairs to prepare the guests, while a good friend and member of his former a cappella group went to the table claiming that she performs there on Saturday nights and he should come downstairs to see the performance (she’s an incredible singer so he believed her). He was hesitant to leave the table and kept insisting on waiting for me, but the restrooms were also downstairs so he agreed it’d be a good place to look. Once downstairs, she led him into the banquet room, where 70 of our closest friends - many of whom had traveled quite a distance to be there - were standing in a circle around me and the rest of his just-reunited undergrad a cappella group.
She led him to the middle of the circle, but, despite being such a ham, he was shy to enter the middle. I assured him that he was the star of the night’s show, put my arm around him, and brought him inside the circle where his former a cappella stood facing us. Katherine, the girl who had led him downstairs, walked to the middle while one of the members in the back played a note on the pitch pipe, whispered “one, two, three,” and the group began performing “Make You Feel My Love” by Adele with Katherine singing the lyrics. At the end of the song, Zack, my partner, still didn’t realize that this wasn’t just a birthday celebration and he began thanking everyone for coming, confused as to why his 24th birthday, of all birthdays, was being treated as such a special occasion. I interjected, explained the event wasn’t just for his birthday, and that I intended to propose. I immediately started to choke up, but continued to deliver the following short speech, tears rolling down my face the entire time:
Zack, the last four years we’ve had together have been the best of my life. There’s not a person in the entire world who can make me smile like you can. The one thing I need to make my life complete is spending it with you. When I’m with you, I’m home.
Zacky, will you marry me?
I was trying so hard to keep my emotional composure that I don’t even remember him saying yes, but I do remember his immediate kiss and warm embrace. I was so surprised at how, even though I was crying from happiness, I had never in my life needed to be held more. Nothing has ever felt more perfect or more safe than having his arms around me in that moment.
I came to when the restaurant manager delivered the glasses of champagne containing our rings. People were clapping and cheering, and Zack was completely incredulous at the sight of our rings (the jeweler had been tricking him into believing they weren’t ready yet). Of course, the proposal wasn’t over until we each had our rings on, but they were inundated by a very nice rosé. In a flashback to our sophomore year of college, the year we met, he turned to me and said, “Do we chug it?” And I said, “Of course we do.” I take pride in never having lost a chugging contest, but somehow Zack managed to finish his drink, retrieve the ring, and get down on one knee before me. If that was the moment I had been dethroned, I didn’t care. I’ve always admired his ability to steal the show.
This picture was taken right after that.
Brb, grossly sobbing
