I knew that I shouldn't be snooping through his stuff. It was HIS after all. I couldn't help myself, though. He wasn't home and my insecurities got the best of me. I opened his bag to find a variety of things that I wouldn't have actually expected to find. There was a book (though I couldn't tell what the title was, since it was so old the cover had mostly rubbed off), a pack of gum, a phone charger, and a ring.

Wait. Is that right? Did I actually see a ring in there? No, it can't be. He's only dating ME... Right? But he can't have bought the ring for me. We've only been dating for 6 months. Though, he does always say, "when you know, you know."

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. He could just be buying me a ring for our anniversary. It IS next week. In the past three minutes, I have somehow made the decision to open the box. I know it's not the right thing to do. I know I'm snooping; but a part of me just can't forget about it. I need to know what's in the box.

The next thing I know, I'm opening the black velvety box that could potentially change my life forever. Oh my God. I almost scream out loud. There's a ring and it's an engagement ring.

"Snooping, are we now?"

I almost drop the expensive-ass ring at the sound of his voice. God, I love his voice.

" I... I was just..."

"Mhmhm. You were snooping, babe. Ruining the surprise, but it's alright."

"You mean... It's for me?"

"Yeah, it's for you. Who else would it be for?"

"I don't know. Maybe you have a side chick."

"It was meant to be for you. I only ever wanted it to be for you. Do you get that?"

"Holy shit... Is this your grandmother's ring?"

He nodded his head and hummed a sound that l knew meant yes.

That was the moment I knew my life was going to change.