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The constant honking and swerving cars were driving him crazy. He dropped his head on the steering wheel, exhausted by the wait. He had traveled about five miles in the last ten minutes and still had another ten miles to go. The traffic was always insane, regardless of the time, but today was especially frustrating. Because today was the day, the day he was going to propose.

He'd been planning for months in secret meetings with their friends. He'd go out on Friday night for "boy's night" at the bar, but actually go to Jack's house to plan his surprise. They had gone through so many elaborate plans, but had finally decided on something simple. She wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to make a scene. He was worried it wouldn't be romantic enough, but their friends always said it would be fine. All he really needed was his love for her.

And he was madly in love with her. She was everything to him. He loved combing his fingers through her dark hair. Her smile was infectious and she even looked cute when she pouted. He loved that she was almost as tall as he was, because he could wrap his arm around her waist as they walked together.

The one thing he knew he had perfect was the ring. He'd seen her pause at the shop window every time they went to the mall. It was always the same ring in the display. So he saved up to buy it. His job as an undertaker wasn't the most glamorous, but it paid well and he wasn't worried about finances.

She was tired, tired of the monotony of her life. She had moved in with her boyfriend two years ago when they were madly in love. Or so she had thought. The first few months were a confusing maze of trying to figure out boundaries and habits. She still wasn't used to the way he put his dishes in the cupboards; she always opened the wrong door for the plates.

But now every day seemed to be the same: wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, eat lunch, come home, eat dinner, watch tv together, and go to sleep. Some weekends they would go to the mall and walk around, but never buy anything. She paused at the jewelry store window every time, looking at the happy couple on the display, wondering if she would ever feel that way. The reflection she saw seemed to say no.

She didn't know if the love was gone or if it had just cooled so that she couldn't feel it anymore. There's had been the kind of romance where everyone had known they were in love, everyone except themselves. They had danced around each other for the longest time until he finally stumbled on the words "I love you." She had been so happy then.

When he went out to hang out with his friends, she pretended to be lonely, but secretly felt relieved when he was gone. She would call up her best friend Tia and they would chat on the phone about everything and anything except him. Never him.

She felt stifled but at least she knew what to expect. She knew the routine, she knew what to do.