That’s a lovely question! Fair warning, I’m a terribly sappy person, this will be long.
I actually proposed to Stiffler.
It was exactly a year after we’d been officially dating, but only a few months after we’d met in person/lived with one another, on Valentine’s Day. There was an awful snow storm but we’d already planned on going out. Luckily, the bouquet of roses I sent arrived early morning despite the awful weather. After Stiffler arranged them, we set about bundling up and went out to bravely battle the snow.
We caught a bus (for free because of the weather, which was now a Level 2 Snow Emergency) and headed down to one of our favorite spots, a large public market with local vendors selling everything from curry to sushi to fresh bread and even artisinal ice cream. It was one of the first places Stiffler had ever taken me when I arrived in Columbus, as well as the first place I had ever fallen in love (with Stiffler, of course).
After a hearty brunch with some people-watching, Stiffler bought a bag of millet and we headed out. Sparrows and pigeons swarmed us instantly, and Stiffler fed them — a tradition of ours when we went to that particular market. Then we decided to take a stroll through the park, which was entirely empty because of the snow storm. Serenely strolling along, we paused under the park’s shelter house to warm up, and we might have been silly enough to waltz.
It was finally time to head home, but we made one more stop on the way. At an antique store (that, coincidentally, now sits right across the street from our current apartment!) I suggested Stiffler look at their rings and pick one out as a present from me. I don’t know if they suspected or not, but we strolled home with the snow much more softly falling, and the entire way I held Stiffler’s hand near my chest under the guise of trying “not to slip and fall” — really, I was warming their hand so that the ring would slip on smoothly if they said yes.
Once home, we stripped off our coats and tromped to the bedroom. Stiffler sat on the bed to start peeling off snow-laden boots, but I immediately got down on both knees in front of them, taking out the ring that I had sneakily lifted from their pocket. The look on A.’s face was indescribable, and it was the first time I had seen them cry — before I even started asking! Somehow I managed to muddle my way through it, and luckily Stiffler said yes.
We spent the rest of the day inside — with hot cocoa, wool blankets and plenty of warm snogging.