Getting engaged to the person you love is an incredible, wonderful, life-exploding-with-happiness occasion that’s hard to put into words. It’s better than Netflix on a Friday night, better than your Deliveroo order arriving ahead of schedule, better than sex on a Saturday morning.
When my boyfriend of five years proposed to me in March I thought I was going to pass out from love, and for days afterwards, we just kept smiling at each other and acting like a gross couple in their loved-up peak in every bad rom-com ever made.