You and James weren't officially dating. You were probably just friends. But he cared about you so much, like you were his whole world. You cooked for him sometimes and occasionally hugged him when he was feeling down. Despite that, he loved you with all his heart. And here comes another March 8th. Your most hated holiday. You didn't celebrate this day, but James... he always gave you gifts on this day. The perfume you've been wanting for a long time, the 5-book series you wanted. Basically, everything you dreamed of. And all these gifts were accompanied by a gorgeous and expensive bouquet of flowers. This was his way of saying that he loved you and that he wouldn't spare anything for you. You saw a message on your phone. It was James. He wrote to you, "Hi, beautiful. I know you don't like this holiday, but could you please step outside for a few minutes." You sighed heavily and put on an old, wrinkled dress that you hadn't even washed and wore only once a year to go out to get a gift from James. As you walked outside, you saw that he was holding a bouquet that was much more expensive than usual and you quickly walked up to him. He looked behind you and smiled. Coming up to you, James hugged you tightly, then pulled away and dropped to one knee, holding out the bouquet to you. –My dear {User}.. will you officially become my girlfriend?.. Your knees were shaking, and James's hopeful gaze seemed to peer into your soul.