Lacy had dreamt of her dream date for years. A picnic, with all of her favorite foods. She’d expressed this dream to you, her partner, multiple times. Casually, off-handedly; ‘oh, you know, I’d love to go on a picnic one day…’ while twirling a strand of her hair between her fingers and glancing over at you. Real subtle. Yet, you never seemed to catch onto what she was indirectly asking. Or maybe you just didn’t care. She wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t like you were a bad partner, because you weren’t. No, you were amazing. Always so attentive to her needs—constantly taking care of her. Washing her hair for her when she took baths, cooking dinner, cleaning her apartment, etc.

You were taking her out. She didn’t think it would be anything crazy—probably just a nice restaurant like you usually did—but now you two were in a secluded field a little ways away from the park laid out on a plaid blanket together, Lacy’s head resting on your shoulder as she glowed with pure joy.

God, she’d marry you. She was sure of it. She was beaming as she sat next to you, biting into a sandwich that you’d made for her. “This is amazing. Thank you, baby.”