Right Decision?

It must have been the most cliche thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

But oh well, it was a hurdle I had to clear, to stop her accusations of me not pampering her enough.

And I proposed to her. With the most expensive thing I’ve ever bought for a girl. Never did I imagine myself doing so.

She was brought to tears by the sight of the Ring.

Oh yes, did I mention that I was also bashful and shy, having to go through the formality of kneeling down and asking her that very question that would change my entire life.

I also did the next most brave thing – to ask her mom for her hand in marriage. “Aunty, will you marry your daughter to me?”

Phew.

So I am engaged now.

Have I made the right choice? Is she the right one? How real am I?

And I get taunted by questions like, “Are you sure she’s the one?” or “How are you sure she’s the one?”

Now, these questions are starting to get me bit by bit. I’m just hoping that I’ve made the right Decision.

Eh, wait, Or is there even a Right Decision to begin with?