the proposal


we can be one of those weird couples that even the supposedly most romantic moments tend to happen in the most ridiculous timing.

ross proposed around 3am.  i think.  i couldn’t really tell for sure because my mind was in a daze from having woken up to finish our laundry.  yes, we had to finish the laundry at 3am.  mind you, he volunteered to finish the laundry himself after i told him that i wanted to sleep already.  when i woke up, i saw him sleeping beside me, cuddled up in his bolster.

so i woke him up.  no, i’m not a cold-hearted girlfriend who would wake his boyfriend up just to hang washed clothes.  it’s just that the bamboo poles to which we hang our clothes for drying are too heavy for me, especially at 3 in the morning.  so there.  anyway, i woke him up but went ahead outside.

after maybe 5 or 10 minutes, he went out and helped me with the laundry.  after finishing the laundry, he pushed me to go back inside our room.  and that’s when i saw the drama.  music was playing from our tv along with a slideshow of our pictures.  and candles were everywhere in the room.  and flower petals were all over our made bed.  the first thought i had was, “too many candles, not safe.  fire.”  yes, i’m weird like that.  i asked him what it was all about, but he only moved me to dance.  it was also our fourth anniversary so i thought it was because of that.  it wasn’t the first time that ross had made such tremendous effort to celebrate our anniversary, so i didn’t think of anything else.

he asked me to sit on the bed, and then he started making a speech.  i was starting to feel nervous then.  i had a gut feel that he was about to propose.  then, i couldn’t remember if i blinked or i looked away for 0.5 seconds, but when i looked at him again, the ring was right in front of me.  and then he asked.  i couldn’t answer right away.  of course, i wanted to say yes but i couldn’t open my mouth.  that was the first time i literally had mixed emotions.  happy. scared. surprised. and maybe everything else in between.  i had so many thoughts in my head at that time.  i was even thinking of what the ring would look like.  and if i would like it.  and how would i tell him if i didn’t.  the weirdo that i was even had the idea of not answering at all and just letting him speak.  but, the weirdo that i am spoke and said “seryoso ka?

i don’t know what happened afterwards.  i couldn’t remember if i spoke or if he did.  all i remember was he asked me again and i nodded.

yes, we’re (actually, more of i am) not the traditional romantics, and i could be the crappiest girlfriend-being-proposed-to.  but what the heck.  i would re-live that moment over and over.


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