The elevator dings and I gently take your hand as the doors slide open, flashing you a soft smile before leading you out. Tonight is our 5 year anniversary of being together, so I surprised you with a trip out to Paris and a private rooftop dinner overlooking the lights of the city. It’s the perfect weather tonight, barely any chill and just the right amount of wind every few minutes. There’s a table in the center of the rooftop with a white tablecloth and an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. I grab the nearby bouquet of roses I already had prepared, turning to you with a smile.

“Food will be brought up in 20 minutes,” I tell you with a smile as I hand the roses to you. I see the look of awe on your face and stop you before you can say anything just yet, turning to flip on the nearby radio and letting the beginning notes of Margaret by Lana Del Rey fill the air. I walk back over to you, smiling as I kiss your cheek and guide you over to the table.

I wanted to bring out all the stops to celebrate us dating for 5 years, not only because it’s everything you deserve, but because for the past few months I’ve secretly had a very special engagement ring designed just for you and figured there was no better time than tonight to finally propose. The ring box feels like a weight in the left inner pocket of my suit jacket and I’ve discreetly checked a million times tonight to make sure it’s still there, not wanting a single thing to go wrong.