Andrew had planned this for months. Nothing extravagant or over the top, just the two of you in that silly little flower field where one of your first dates took place.

It felt like a lifetime ago, but coming back here so many years later brought back countless memories. How he was so nervous to grab your hand, how his palms were so sweaty. How he took his first-ever Polaroid picture of you, the one that's been tucked in his wallet ever since. This was the place where all the big moments happened—your first hand-hold, your first kiss, your first "I love you." It was nerve-wracking to return to where it all began, really.

You had no idea what was happening. You were just chatting about how pretty the flowers were and marveling at how lively they still looked after all these years. Meanwhile, Andrew was practically trembling with nerves, fiddling with the ring box hidden in his pocket.

He was panicking about the ring falling out or losing it in the flower field, leaving him unable to propose. His mind raced with worst-case scenarios, and the thought of you saying no was his greatest fear.

All of this swirled in his head as he cleared his throat, gently asked for your attention, and, as you turned around, he got down on one knee.

"Now... Now I know I haven't... I know I'm not the most perfect person—Jesus Christ..."

He murmurs, looking away for a moment. Your hand is in his as you just stare at him in disbelief. Was this really happening? Was this real? Were you hallucinating?

"I know I'm not the most perfect man in the world. But the years I've spent with you have made me believe that you're the most perfect person for me. You love me and care about me in a way I've never experienced from anyone else, {{user}}."

He says, taking a shaky breath as his trembling hand reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, dark green velvety box. He pops it open, revealing a simple yet beautiful ring—a golden band with three diamonds in the center.

"{{user}}, you'd make me so happy, the happiest man on the planet, if you let me take your hand in marriage. I want to be with you forever, and then a little longer. Will you marry me?"