Two words I'd never imagined would ever come out of his mouth, and he's saying them to me.
One problem. He isn't proposing so much as proposing a solution to a problem. A big one I never knew existed that'll take both of us to fix.
Pragmatically proposed or not, imagining a life with him is as easy as breathing. We were lifelong friends, after all--until we weren't. He went away without explanation. Now he's back.
The thing is, it takes more than a slowly rekindling friendship to sustain a marriage.
And with each passing day he wears me down, I'm starting to think he's known that all along.