Tomorrow is our 2nd anniversary. While riding the bus home, Yobs asked me when I would want to marry. Obviously, this is an informal wedding proposal. But even before I answered with a specific date, he suggested my birthday. I declined the idea, simply because 7 is not a good number, the stroke is downward. He made an appeal and asked me if it would be okay on December 8. “Para infinity,” he even added. Of course, I said YES.
That was how simple our conversation turned out to be. I know it was a little bit less of the drama everyone expected. But we already have this understanding—we are confident enough not to add icing on the sweet cake.
Nevertheless, would I refute what I have just said if I’ll say “but I’m hoping for the more formal wedding proposal and the engagement ring?” Hahaha!
Happy 24th monthsary, Babes!