“My brother is getting married in two weeks,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s crazy.”
“They’ve been together for awhile, right?”
“Since college,” she replied.
“I used to think that when I turned twenty-five I would get married,” I confessed. “That’s kinda soon.”
“Yeah, I’m already twenty-two…so that’s three more years for me.”
“In three years I’ll be twenty-two.”
“What if we got engaged?” she asked.
“What if I bought you a ring for your twenty-first birthday?”
I paused. “Well I guess I would legally be allowed to drink…so I’d get us champagne.”
She smiled at me before resting her cheek against my shoulder. In that moment I felt safe and secure…like I had found the one for me.