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I just sat there shocked. I couldn't BELIEVE that he was proposing to ME. ME, Jessica Mastriani. Rob Wilkins was asking me to marry him and I just sat, with my mouth open, staring at him, like an idiot.

It was at least after a couple of minutes of me not responding, when Rob finally went, "Jess? Jess? Are you alright?"

I finally snapped out of my dazed trance and screamed, "YES!!" He stood up smiling and I jumped into his arms. He started kissing me with more passion and love than we had before. We were in our own little world. We snapped out of our little world very quickly though, because everybody in the restaurant had started clapping.

We smiled and Rob slipped a ring on my finger and we sat down. I looked down at my ring finer on my left hand, and gasped. The ring was beautiful. It had an oval cut diamond in the middle, and two little diamonds on each side surrounding it, and was gold.

"It's beautiful," I whispered to Rob.

"It was my grandmothers," he said. "I wasn't sure if you would like it or if it would fit, but you do like it, and it does fit. I'm so happy right now. I feel like my heart is going to bubble over because I'm so happy!"

He was right I had never seen him so happy before; I had never been more happy in my life, too.

"Rob," I said, "This is the happiest moment of my life. I can't even describe how I feel right now. I love you so much. I'm so happy I'm home from the war, and that I can finally start living my life."

"Me too, Jess, me too." Rob whispered back, and then leaned in for a kiss.