It was a Friday and it just happened to have landed on the 13th. Jayson had held onto the ring since February of 2019. He was going to ask that year, it was his goal. He looked into how that specific Friday the 13th happened to land on a rare Super blood moon. He came home after work saying nothing for quite awhile roaming around the apartment. After sometime of acting strange, he shut the tv off abruptly and told me to sit on the ground with him. Myself being...me refused. I was weirded out by this behavior and I didn't know what to think of his actions. He then proceeded to convince me to sit on the ground with him in our apartment. He opened the window and started talking about the moon while lighting a candle. Out of anxiety I started patting Jayson down for a ring. He then giggled and asked what I was doing and out of more anxiety I said I was looking for the ring, and he answered, "Wrong pocket," And asked me if I'd marry him. Despite me not wanting to answer "yes" I said yes and put that FRIGGEN GORGEOUS ASS RING on. Its not that I didn't want to say yes to Jayson, its the satisfaction he would get from me saying yes I didn't want to give LOL. That being said; I am so sos sosmsososososososooss happy to be getting married to my best friend.