It wasn’t a surprise that he was going to propose. We had talked about marriage, laughed about how neither of us wanted anything traditional, and he had even told me a custom ring was coming in a few months. On his birthday, dressed up for our favorite sushi place. He handed me a plain envelope without a stamp, my name written in his handwriting, and said, “You got something in the mail.” Inside was a single index card that said, “Will you be my forever?” There was no big speech, no photographer hiding nearby, just him, that simple question, and the ring he had secretly bought and resized 2 weeks before. I said yes, of course.