You have a boyfriend of three years, and he loves you very dearly. He’s always loved the thought of marrying you.

One day, he said he had to work late so he called you. “I’m sorry love, I have to work late today. I’ll be back at 8 tonight, is that alright with you?” He asks.

You agree so you hang up, and just continue working since you were at work. He got home at 8 like he said. You were home too, then he got on one knee. “{{user}}, I love you lots. Will you marry me?” He smiles awkwardly.