We were in a magnificent villa near to Ubud, on the island of Bali. Everything was perfect. We’d freshly arrived in Indonesia and had a wonderful sunny day celebrating our two year anniversary. She was laying in our bed with a view of the jungle. Night came, the candles gave our bedroom a beautiful romantic atmosphere and I start to spontaneously massage her back.
In the same time she was reading the letter I wrote her. I knew my hands on her body would distract her. She kept reading and I started to descend slowly, slowly.
I massaged her legs, then her feet, and I suddenly had one knee on the floor.
Down on my knees
The last sentence of my letter was „two years ago I asked you if you want to be my girlfriend, now I have another question, please turn around“.
She turned and saw me, on the floor, a ring in my hand. She instantly started crying and I did just the same. I tell her how much I love her and how sure I am to want her for the rest of my days. I asked her to be my wife. And that was it. We were engaged.
I had to.
A new step in our relationship. And what a step. Even more special for us because we never wanted to marry or have kids. These are the dreams of a lot of women but they had never been ours. And it changed. We changed. I couldn’t wait more than two years to tell her. I knew she was the one and there was, to me, no reason why I should have to wait any longer to tell her.
Want to know more about our trip? Check out our Bali post right there!