He never had to ask my ring size...I'm not sure how he figured it out.

Our story isn't a romantic one, and it kinda seems like something out of a soap opera or something, so feel free to imagine this with the cheesy music and dramatic face shots lol

Anywho...

In June, we lost our baby. I was 5 months pregnant at the time, and we were both devastated. It didn't help that, because of his work, he was literally 1057 miles away from me. After that, We fought constantly or would go days without speaking. Once I had medically healed, I returned to work and we both felt us falling apart. It seemed like we just didn't know where to go from there. Just because my body was ok did not mean that I was ok. I didn't know how to deal with everything on my own, but I also didn't know how to share the grief with him. To me, It was MY baby, MY body. I'm just now getting to understand that he hurt just as much as me.

But anyways, we tried working it out, and all the distance, physical and emotional, drained us. So one day he shows up at the hospital I was working as a CNA at (unannounced and unexpected, I didn't even know he was in the State) ,

And asked to speak with me when I got off.

I finished up my shift and met him in the parking lot, where it took him about 45 minutes to convince me to run away with him, get married, and move all the way across the country because we were meant to be. I told him We were crazy and he agreed we were insane. But that's how we work, we're spontaneous and adventurous. We don't play it safe, we take chances...you get the gist of his speech. So. I went back in the hospital, resigned, went back to where I was staying, packed my clothes, and just like that, we headed to a courthouse, got married, and moved to Texas. And I couldn't be happier:) we've spent this entire time talking, crying, laughing, and falling back in love. Its an amazing feeling, being with my partner in crime.

How did he ask?