More and more in recent months, I’ve been thinking about marriage and how badly I want it, but I didn’t realize just how much until Oliver says the words and I exhale in a rush of euphoric relief. It’s like a weight has been lifted and words fail me for a moment, mouth working uselessly before I nod vigorously at him.

“Yes,” I finally say, blinking away a set of tears as I watch him slide the ring onto my finger. Oliver may have been worried about me making comparisons but I don’t, not even a little. It’s a moment that feels brand new, and as soon as the ring is on my finger, I suddenly surge forward and throw my arms around him, tackling him excitedly to the floor. “Yes, obviously.”