ohmigod

it was Tuesday nite... supposedly my last nite alone until Haukur comes on Wednesday from Iceland. I was tired from workin all day, soaking wet due to the delightful English weather, and the only thing that was on my mind at that time was; "should i eat cereal or oatmel for dinner tonite?"

*yea yea.. i know what u thinking, i lead a sad life*

once i opened the door to our flat, i saw dozenz of roses lying on the floor, and i thought; "oh my God, somebody broke in!!! i need to get help"

i ran to my across-the-hall neighbour, a really nice elderly man named Peter, and knocked the hell out of his door. But there was no answer, probably he's still on his way home from work, it was still 6-ish at that time.

during that panic attack, i cursed myself for not knowing my other neighbours in the building.

anyway... after a few minutes of strolling back and forth on front of my door.. a thought hit me... why would a burglar go to all that troubles putting roses in my flat?! then i realised, the only person who could this is Haukur... but still, there was still some part of me believing that it could be a robber or a sexual predator stalking me...

almost breaking into tears.. i opened the door slowly... turned on all the lights.. and desperately calling out Haukur's name, hoping it was him... and when i opened the bedroom door.. there were rose petals around the room.. little candles lit everywhere...

and there he was.. kneeling down with a rose in his hands.. looking at me in the eyes, saying; "will u marry me?"

i cried, saying; "thank God it was you!! i thought a burglar had broken in"

anyway... long story short.. Haukur and i are engaged now! ^_^