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 Five days ago I was sitting with Roxie, and I made the most daringly brash move of my entire life. She had been being pissy on and off all day (I’m sure the slang carries, but for my Non-US readers, pissy means cranky. I know inside I don’t need to explain that, but I feel OCD enough to have to. Anyway) and she had been laying in bed staring moodily off into nothing.

Knowing it was not the best time, I threw caution to the wind. I got up, and sat beside her. Then I took her hand and said "Hey hunny. I know you’re kinda cranky and that this probably isn’t the best time to do this, but I’ve been wanting to for a long time and I planned on it tonight, so here it goes."

I took a deep, nervous shaky breath and continued, "I love you more than my words can accurately describe, Roxie. Even on our worst days you make me feel like a champion. This time we’ve been together has literally been the happiest of my life."

I stopped and drew another shaky breath, at this point I was trying not to actually shake, and my voice started to break as I continued,  "I  know I don’t have the best job or a lot of money. I can’t take you out dancing every night. I can’t even take you out to eat every night. But what I do have are dreams. And they wouldn’t be complete without you in them."

I had to pause again and the moment seemed to stretch forever. But then I looked up at her, squeezed her hand and said, "What I’m getting around to is this;… Will you marry me?"

She lay there, staring at our hand for what felt like another forever, and then looked up at me, eyes misting up, nodded and said almost inaudibly, "yes."