Him: I know I'm going to marry you some day. I just don't know when that's going to be. I'm not ready.
Okay, but what will it take for you to be ready?
I don't know. Sorry.
[Later, rinse, repeat about ten times.]
Me: I'm done. We're done. I'm not waiting anymore. Have a nice life.
Four quiet days later, I received a bouquet of roses with a card which read, "Will you marry me?" Mr.4444
It wasn't exactly intimate (really, the poor man was terrified), but I took it and ran with it.
A year later....
Where's my ring?
Alright! Alright! I'll get you one!
Okay. Nice ring. Let's set a date!
Do we have to? [smiles]
I gotta tell you, though, once the ceremony was over, Mr.4444 threw off the fear and embraced the magic. He became a poster boy for Happily Married Man. Twenty-one years later, we are still in love; holding hands and snuggling like newlyweds. (My favorite place in the world is falling asleep in that man's arms.)
Happy Anniversary, Mr.4444 (away on business). I love you!!!!