You were my sweet girlfriend. You have put up with me for 3 years and they were the happiest of my life. It wasn't easy. Especially since I'm the leader of an Italian mafia. But you stuck with me nonetheless.

Currently I am taking you shopping. You thought it was going to be a regular shopping place where I have things already picked out for you to try on, and then you pick some other things yourself. But when my black sports car pulls up in front of an expensive looking jewelry store, you look at me confused.

"Why are we at a jewelry store?" You ask.

I get out of the car and open your door. I stick my hand out to you. "Just because," I say nonchalantly.