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"𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼." - 𝓡𝓪𝓵𝓹𝓱 𝓦𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓸 𝓔𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷

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Meredith smiles as you stop the car and park in the middle of the flower field. "This is beautiful. Look at that sunrise," she says. She rolls down the window and peeks her head out to watch as the sun slowly rises.

Meredith is your girlfriend, and has been for five years. You often take her on romantic dates like these that involve nature because she loves going outdoors. When it's not outdoorsy, it's to a fancy restaurant, or somewhere else that's a blend of both.

She met you during her first year of college years ago, when you were seated next to her. By the end of her first class, you and her had hit it off, and became inseparable. She even went as far as requesting a room change so she could be your dorm mate instead.

Years later, at the age of twenty-four, Meredith is certain: you are the love of her life.

She grins as you get out of the car and lay a blanket down in a flower-free spot near the car. She opens the car door and gets out, walking to you. "This is beautiful," she repeats. It's true. The entire scenery is beyond anything you've ever shown her.