betrothed.

I do not feel like telling the story, because between the time he proposed and now, I had to tell the story constantly. In brief, I found the ring in a coffee maker that he bought me. I was amongst my friends. He proposed in the snow, in the beautiful night, December 3, 2007. He knelt on both knees, his eyes glittering in the city streetlight, and wrapped both arms around my fragile legs. He said, unrehearsed, merely, "I love you, Sash. Will you marry me?" It was the best night.