I do!

Neither of us remembers the exact moment we met. We shared mutual friends and common interests through music, so it felt like we had just always known each other. I'd come shop at Whole Foods where Greg worked, and would always go through his cashier line. One day, I told him I liked his Casio calculator watch. Then he asked if I needed a carry out for my groceries. I said yes. He put two very light bags of groceries in the trunk of my car, closed the lid, and waved goodbye. I drove away watching him push that cart back to its corral. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Months passed, but Greg was always in the back of my mind. I tried to forget about him. One day I woke up and decided I couldn't bear it anymore. I had to tell him how I felt. And I did. Turns out, he felt the same way.

Greg packed a surprise picnic and we rode our bikes downtown to Heartland Park. Sitting on a couple of rocks, we ate our sandwiches, and watched the ducks bob around in the water. Brian Eno's "Some of them Are Old," played on the portable speaker. Greg finished his sandwich first, like he always does, and knelt down to retrieve something from his backpack. "I packed us some dessert." He said, just as he spun around to face me, holding an open, tiny little black box. "Leia Jean, will you marry me?" My mouth was still full of sandwich. All I could do was stare at the little black box, and the ring inside of it. "Well?!" He asked. "Well, yes! Of course!!" I cried.