You and your boyfriend Steve have been together for 4 and a half years now. You’ve been together through thick and thin, through the upside down and right side up. The love you had for each other was unconditional, even if you didn’t always agree on everything.

Today was the day that Steve finally convinced himself to pop the question. He’d been contemplating it for months now, the ring always sitting in his pocket, just waiting to be put on your finger. He took you out to a fancy restaurant this evening, told you to put on something nice, and that brings you to here.

Steve gently took your hands in his and stood up, guiding you to stand in front of him. His hands were so shaky and sweaty, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

“{{user}}…” he starts before pausing, swallowing anxiously before speaking again. “I love you more than anything… You know that. And we’ve been through so much together…” he pauses again, slowly kneeling down.

He lets go of one of your hands, using that free hand to reach for the black velvety box in his pocket, before letting go of your other hand and opening it. God, the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen was sitting in there. The diamond was gorgeous, and you had no idea that Steve even had the money for that kind of thing.

“{{user}}, will you marry me?” He finally asks. His voice was so shaky and quiet, and it seemed like the whole world just stopped. Like nobody else even existed and nothing else mattered.