How We Met
We met two years ago on the floor of Ray’s first apartment in Los Angeles. His apartment was bare, evident that he had just moved in and I was visiting a mutual acquaintance from out of town. We were sitting on the carpet floor talking about anything and everything, when Ray walked into the apartment dripping with sweat. Like a proper guest, I stood up to shake his hand, internally cringing while thinking about how many sweat germs would infest my hand post-handshake. Immediately after shaking his hand, I ran to the bathroom to wash my hands and heard Ray laughing behind me. Little did I know, that interaction would lead me to the man that I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
how they asked
The weekend before Ray decided that he was going to propose, he told me he wouldn’t be able to hang out since he had to go out of town to train for his job. It was the perfect excuse since he had been really busy prepping for a new role, except that he was a terrible liar. He couldn’t even look me in the eye and tell me again that he had to leave town for another training. So I knew he was going to ask. Still, he held onto his little lie and fervently insisted that he had training and I shouldn’t get any other ideas. The day of the proposal, my mom and sister happened to want to take “family” photos at Santa Monica pier. So the three of us get dressed up and walk around 3rd Street Promenade.
As sun began to set, we made our way down to the beach where I saw one of my best friends standing in the sand with a red rose in her hand. When I got to her, she handed me the red rose and directed me to go down the line of friends that were all holding red roses behind her.
I made my way down the line of friends when I finally got to Ray who was holding a blue rose.
He put his arm around my shoulder and led me down “memory lane” where he printed out photos with their corresponding dates of our entire relationship starting from our very first date at Disneyland.
At the end of memory lane, we ended up at this heart made out of rose petals with lights spelling out “marry me?” Ray asked me how many red roses I received and saw in the sand, but before I could count them all, he told me there were 20 red roses to signify how many months we had dated. He explained he chose this location with the view of Santa Monica Pier because it was the pier was the first place that we hung out at after we met.
He then gave me the blue rose and explained that the rose he was giving me was different because it signified our love and bright future together. He asked me to step into the heart made out of roses and told me how much he loved me (I honestly can’t remember what else he said….) He then got down on one knee and asked me if I would do him the honor of spending the rest of my life with him. I said yes, of course!
