About 5 years ago, her and I went to a park in Kansas City. We walked around and found a bench. I had been into her for three years prior, and this was the first time she told me that she was also into me. Shortly after that we started dating. About a year later, we went back to the same bench and carved our initials into the bench (I think we were about 17 at the time?). On Saturday, her and I were both in Kansas City. I had finished paying off the ring the day before, and picked it up earlier that morning. I took her back to the park (+1 swag for the stars being out), we walked to our bench, and after a few whisperings of sweet nothings to each other, I proposed.
Why she didn't run away? No clue. She certainly deserves better. But I guess I'm doing something right.