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"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"
New Year's traditions - kiss at the stroke of midnight, champagne bottle corks popped open, formal attire at a formal party.
At the stroke of midnight on this particular holiday, excitement was exceptionally loud.
"Will you marry me?!" he shouted to her.
And then her mind went silent.
"What?!"
"Will you marry me?!"
In the center of the ballroom, in front of so many friends and friends of friends, he slowly dropped down on one knee and proposed marriage to his girlfriend of three years.
He pursued her in the first three months they knew each other as coworkers, but she always said,
'You are just not my type.'
Another three months later, she caved to his pursuit...and happened to enjoy their first official date. Their first official date led to a second and by the end of the first year they knew each other, they were officially in a relationship.
They were the perfect couple. They rarely fought and any disagreements were talked out rather than shouted out. Outside of holding hands and an occasional kiss, they did not believe in public displays of affection. They preferred affection at home. They were intellectually on par with each other. They both shared the same sense of humor and slight sarcasm. Their interests were the same. They supported each other with life goals.
In their second year as an official couple, he proposed moving in together. She happily said yes. In their second year as a couple, they were very much in love and so moving in, to them, meant renting an apartment together rather than one moving in with another (admittedly saving a potential argument). Their apartment was filled with love, laughs, and content happiness. Their life together could not wrong.
In their third year as a couple, in this present time, they considered marriage with their relationship being so strong and solid. He was fully committed to her and their future. She was hesitant but dared not to let him know. She dismissed him in their first three months. She did love him now, though. She was committed him, but was she ready to envision their future? Why did she really pass in their first three months?
Silence in the ballroom. Why was she so quiet? If the obvious answer is not exclaimed right away, perhaps the answer is no.
He slowly raised himself from the floor and sadly said,
"Okay. I understand."
"You were my type. I was just scared to let my guard down."
"If you were so scared, then why did you finally agree to date me, fall in love with me, move into together, be together in the long term?"
"Because I have never been in love before!"
"Are you in love now?!"
"Yes! Yes, I will marry you!"
"What?"
"Yes. I will marry you because I want to marry you because I want the rest of my life to be with only you...and any children we may have."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said as she wiped away a happy tear.
"Okay then. We just had our first argument in public. Shall we make up with a public display of affection? Oh, by the way, you look stunning."
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One year later...
"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"
"I do!"
A new year for newlyweds.
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