The Proposal - Finale

.......So anyway, he took the ring out from a small little plastic ziplock bag from the coin compartment of his wallet and showed me. I looked at it for a split second, and curled up in a foetal position on the bed, and suddenly felt like crying. My dream of a Parisian proposal is dead. The ring is 7 sizes bigger than my finger (size 14. I'm a 7. It doesn't fit even my thumb. Hilarious!) The ring was taken out of a plastic ziplock bag. I'm traumatised. No proposal ring should be ever presented in a plastic ziplock bag.



He came over from behind, gave me a hug with his big strong arms and said "Will you marry me? I want to take care of you for the rest of your life... I want to grow old with you." (something like that, I think, I was already too emotional then to think straight.)

At that point, the tears spilled and I started sobbing. Wasn't sure if I was touched, crying tears of joy, or crying because I was sad. (I'm fickle like that sometimes. I can't decide what kind of emotion I'm feeling) *sob....sob* "I want to marry you, but I don't like the ring" *sob* (meaning: This isn't how you should have proposed. *sob*)

3 seconds of awkward silence....

(I'm making some of the rest of the talking part up, because frankly I can't remember verbatim the conversations that took place. Heh)

"Why? Don't like that la." *wraps arms even more tightly around me"

"I thought you were going to propose in Paris" *sob* *hugs him back* (ok, maybe I'm happy and sad all at once)

"Paris is dangerous mah, a lot of crooks. Later get robbed how?"

"The ring is so big. Can't even fit my thumb. Please don't hug me so tight. I can't breathe."

"I was so busy ma, not enough time to resize it. I only got it two days before we left....But the diamond is nice right? Woo!" *holds the ring up, feeling pleased with himself*

"It's ok lah"

"What? Ok only??"

*take a better look at the ring* "It's nice la." *came to my senses, wiped away my tears, felt silly, and gave him a smile*

"I love you."

"I love you too."









"Propose to me again at Eiffel Tower, ok?"






THE END






He did eventually propose at Eiffel Tower, but it was so ridiculously cold he just whispered into my ear "Will you marry me" and I said "Yes" even before he finished asking just so we could start cuddling for warmth. (Proposals at Eiffel Tower are overrated. *self-consolation* But Paris is magical!)

Overexposed photo (only after we came back did we realize a good camera with good night shots is so important!) but it was really THAT cold.