“Don’t you think we’re too young for marriage?” He asked. “Not at all” I replied. “We’re in our prime aren’t we?” The leather couch in my parents basement made an awful noise when he got up and dusted his pants.

“Right.” He stared at his phone. He got down on one knee.

This was it. The moment he said he wanted me and I could wrap my arms around him. He’d say he didn’t care who I was, he just w...