“Does this sacred, transcendent, inspiring, flamboyantly fashionable ring of destiny mean what I believe it to mean? Are you going to sully your knee upon a mossy hill beneath the light of a million stars and ask the question to your fate-chosen mate that shall make the universe quake with reverence and the mighty ocean roil with desire?” “If you’re asking if I’m going to propose. Then yes,” I said, giving up on keeping this a secret, because it was clear the stars weren’t going to let me.
