He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box.
Then he lowered himself onto one knee.
My hands began to tremble.
“Nadya,” he said, looking directly into my eyes, “these four years have been the happiest years of my life. You have stood beside me when things were difficult, believed in me when I doubted myself, and loved me even when I wasn’t always the easiest person to understand.”
He paused, swallowing hard.
“I know I can’t promise you a perfect life. I can’t promise that we will never argue, that we will never struggle, or that every day will feel like this one. But I can promise that I want to face those days with you. I want to build a home with you, grow older with you, and be the person you can depend on when the rest of the world feels uncertain.”
His eyes glistened.
