I said, “How would I know that you wouldn’t do it again? How would I be able to trust that?” He got up. For a second I thought he was leaving, and my heart nearly stopped. But then he got down on one knee, right in front of me. Very softly, he said, “You could marry me.” At first I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. But then he said it again, this time louder. “Marry me.