We had been dating for about a year and a half. I was quickly running out of patience wondering when he'd hurry up and propose already! I had graduated from college a semester earlier and was working at a job I enjoyed. This particular day, we both had the day off and a full schedule of activities planned. Little did I know just how significant my horoscope in that paper would be.
After an exhilarating day of brunching and lunching and matineeing and sightseeing and trespassing and swimming and hot tubbing, we dried off and changed back into our clothes for an evening stroll up to one of our favorite spots where the view is breathtaking at night. As I emerged from the dressing room with wet hair, I noticed an unfamiliar bulge in Sir William's pocket.
Panic! The bulge was the size of a ring box.
Danger! What if it IS a ring?
Caution! Is this what I really want to do?
Emergency! I think I'm hyperventilating!
Get a grip! This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it?
As the reality of what I believed might be happening sunk in, Sir William took my hand and led me up the cobblestone path to our lookout. Crickets were chirping in the warm evening breeze as we walked past stately silhouettes of saguaro cacti. We left the paved walkway and stepped out onto the manicured lawn of a golf course green open to a sparkling panoramic view of the city.
The anxiety I had felt a few minutes earlier had faded and I felt prepared to answer the question I had waited so long to hear. The man of my dreams pulled me close and reached for his pocket. I held my breath and then...
the sprinklers came on!
He did propose on his knees later that night, shaking as he held out a red velvet box with my diamond tucked inside. It was that moment when this Libra discovered the sun, moon and stars had lined up just for me.
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