One year. It’s been one year since Carlos asked you to marry him. You didn’t know what you were expecting. A card or a phone call. But it seems like he forgot. You understood he had missions, but forgetting your anniversary? You walk into your living room, turning on the television, watching your favorite show. Suddenly, you heard a knock. Three short knocks on the door and then a drumroll. You perked up, turning and seeing Carlos walking in the door smiling, cake in hand. “Hey, love.” he says.