My crush finally asked me out after three years. He took me to a fancy restaurant, and the chemistry was amazing. Then he went to the bathroom… and never came back.
Thirty minutes later, a pale-looking waiter approached me and said, “Miss, you need to follow me.” My heart dropped. He led me down a quiet hallway and opened a door. I braced myself for bad news.
Instead, I walked into a candlelit room with soft music and a single table. My crush stood there, nervous but smiling, holding a small velvet box. He confessed he’d been planning this moment for weeks and wanted our first date to be unforgettable.
The waiter had been part of the surprise. My crush had disappeared because he was rehearsing what he wanted to say.
He opened the box — not to reveal a ring, but a necklace engraved with the words: “Thank you for waiting.” He said it wasn’t a promise, just a meaningful beginning.
All my fear melted into relief. We spent the rest of the night talking for hours, sharing stories we’d never told before.
By the time we left, it didn’t feel like a first date anymore. It felt like the start of something real — and worth every second of waiting. 💫
