It's simple and sweet: Monday night, 25 minutes after we both got off work, he had made dinner for us as usual (he is a great cook). He had called and said he was starving and was asking why I wasn't at his place yet. I got there and we started to eat. John didn't even touch his plate of food. We finished, or more like I finished dinner, and then we proceeded to turn on the television as I enjoyed a glass of wine.
He came over, sat in front of the television, got down on one knee and he said, "I couldn't wait another day or another minute, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, will you marry me?" Of course, I said yes and went into his bedroom to get some tissues and when I opened the door he had filled the room up with flowers and wedding magazines so that I could start planning our day! It's my favorite story in the whole world.