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a girls best friend...
| 7 repliesWhen I arrived home on Friday night, I was greeted by red rose petals ascending my stairs. When I reached the top, there was a trail of candles leading through my living room out into my bedroom -- there were petals everywhere and it was beautiful. The row of candles gave my brick wall a delicate glow as I followed them into my room. Music played in the background as I walked around the corner, and there Anthony was: standing in my window...
We exchanged hellos as I crossed the room to embrace him. I’m pretty sure that I thanked him for putting such lovely decorations around my apartment (I was completely blown away). I had previously asked Anthony if we could go out to Boston Market for dinner, so I said that I needed to get a shower to get ready. He asked me to wait a minute and told me to close my eyes ("keep them closed, keep them closed... ok").
I opened my eyes to see him holding a beautiful diamond ring. "Marry me?" He asked. I hugged him again (with joyful tears welling up in my eyes)... "Yes."