My name is Jan and my guy, Andy, proposed to me on the beach. It was in Cyprus on 11th Aug 2002 that, with the sunset behind us, he went…
Written by Louise Holt Last updated: August 17, 2006
It was 7 days until he was being posted to the Falklands for four months and he was hung-over from a night out with the lads. He booked us into our favorite restaurant as a treat as he was going away for so long. As he had a hangover, he decided not to drink, while I got merry.
After the meal, he went very quiet and started to fidget. After many questions of, ‘What’s wrong?’ he replied "Shall we make this official, will you marry me?" I have never been lost for words before, and never felt so happy as when I replied ‘Yes.’ That was a month ago and every time I think about that night, it makes our time apart easier, as it always brings a smile to my face. He is definitely ‘the one’ and worth waiting for.