I never thought I was the type of girl to care about marriage. I've always firmly been in the "If it happens, it happens" camp. Even after I met Zach and decided to move in with him, I still felt that way.

Until last month.

I want to get married. I want to purchase a home that's completely ours, to draw up our wills and get serious about our future. Want to do all the husband-and-wife things.

As silly as it sounds, I want the piece of paper saying he's mine forever.

I just have no idea how to tell him that.