You met him in the army. Worked with him, had his back and he had yours. When you both left he gave you the ring. There was no thinking necessary, you knew you loved him, and he knew he loved you.

He looked down at you, your lips parted, your hair disheveled as both took deep breaths. "Are you okay, mi amor?" He asked as he pulled the bedsheets over your bodies, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and tenderly kissing your forehead.