Valentine’s Day is the perfect choice to propose to the woman of your dreams. If you have been thinking of popping the questions, Valentine’s Day is the perfect choice for you. Selecting the right location is the key for setting up the perfect mood for proposing. Take her to a place which is significant in your relationship, like the place where you first expressed your feelings for each other. If she is not comfortable with sharing special moments with strangers in a public place, choose a personal location for this.

Make this a special occasion for her, by proposing to her in an innovative way. If she is a die-hard romantic, go down on your knees and then propose to her. Do not forget the flowers and the ring while you are proposing. If she is very close to her family, then you can propose at the Valentine’s party while she is surrounded by family and close friends. She will totally adore you for this thoughtful gesture and definitely accept your proposal of marriage. Be ready with tissue papers for some ‘tears of joy’ that will flow soon after

Recreating a special moment is another wonderful way of proposing to your girl. You have a number of choices for recreating occasions; it can be your first date, first dinner, first movie, first meeting or any other event which was a milestone in your relationship. You will require some help for this, especially if you want her family and friends to be present as you are proposing. The timing must be such that they drop in to the venue, just a few moments before you are about to propose. You can even ask for her hand from her parents, before you propose to her. This lovely gesture is sure to win you many many hearts.

I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

10th grade

As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

11th grade

The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said “thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Senior year

The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick” she said; he’s not going to go well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn’t think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Graduation Day

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “you’re my best friend, thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

A Few Years Later

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say “I do” and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came!”. She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

Funeral

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too…` I thought to my self, and I cried.

She was getting engaged,

And all i could do was stand by and applaud along with all,
I didn’t dare to open my mouth for fear of saying something stupid,
something like “I love you”.

I remembered the other day when she had come to me with red eyes.
Her  “best friend” was going away. It has never matterd to me that her best
friend was a guy. I thought I  was above such things. But her tears awoke
the sin of jealously in my heart. Fighting it, I had consoled her and given
her chocolates to eat. She proceeded to rest her head in  the crook of my arm.
And promptly fell asleep I chuckled at her  baby-like innoncence.

But now, I applauded, I felt something stabbing at my heart.

She was getting married,

I saw her come down the stairs decked out in her bridal finery. Never
has I seen her looking this pretty. I saw her taking the seven rounds
around the socred fire with the man I had come to hate, holding his
hand. I saw her exchanging garlands with him.

She was a total stranger to me.

I was standing near the car when they both came over to me. I wondered
what they wanted. I wondered how to say farewell to the departed.
Nevertheless, as my Daughter and son-in-law touched my feet, I blessed
them. She was openly crying, I told her not to worry. That I’ll always be here.

She responded by hugging me.
And I could not stop the tears any more.