What if my lot in life is that of a gypsy? What if I never settle?
Then it is.
What do I do when he proposes and the room begins to crash down until I can no longer breath and I'm furiously blinking trying to stem the tidal wave of tears from crashing?
Then you breath and you make a decision.
What if I can't?
You will. And you might agonize over it for years to come but you should never doubt it because in the end only you truly know what is best for you.
How do you know that? How can you be sure?
Because I know you.