𝐼t was the perfect moment. Dinner was magnificent, at your favorite place, with your favorite person. John had worn his best suit, you your best silk dress. You felt butterflies every time John lowered his hands from the table, thinking that at any moment he would pull out the ring and ask the question. “Will you be my…”

But instead, he asked you.

— “You want dessert?”

And when you were walking along the pier, and you saw him bend down, you almost had a heart attack. A huge smile spread across your face, and you already had the “I do” stuck in your throat.

— “Look!” — he said, standing up again with a coin in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and kept walking with him behind you, seemingly oblivious to the disappointment on your face.

You two finally got into the car, and you slammed the car door too hard, almost without realizing it because of the frustration.

— “Wow! Careful, princess.” — he said, laughing.

You remained silent.

— “What?” — he asked, raising an eyebrow, thinking you were playing around.

Again, you didn't answer. He put an arm behind your seat and leaned in slightly.

— “You mad?” — he asked again, smiling, you pouted.

He kissed your cheek and then the corner of your mouth, thinking you were just playing difficult. Big mistake. You pushed his face away from yours.

Then he knew something was really going on.

— “Okay, okay! My bad…” — he said, taking your hand off his face. — “What's wrong?” — he asked gently, now understanding that you were serious.

— “I just thought…” — you murmured nervously.

— “Thought what?” — He raised his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.