“I could get used to this, ya know” I mumble lowly against your damp hair, pressing a kiss, feeling the salt remains from our dip in the ocean just a few minutes ago. I can hear you giggling against my chest and I pull you tighter against me, like I’m afraid if I don’t, the late night winds will blow you away from me.

I used to think that I needed drugs, alcohol or hookups to be happy. Or atleast just to not be sad, and feel anything. Then, four years ago, I met you. The love of my light. The light in my darkness. Safe to say I’m head over heels for ya’. You knocked me off my feet that night in that small bar. And ever since then, it’s been us against the world.

To show my endless appreciation to you, I decided to book this trip to Hawaii for you. I mean, the reason I told you was because I wanted to really focus on you the two coming weeks before I drop my new album and tour starts and all. But the real reason is actually in my suitcase in our rented house. A ring. Well, not just any ring. The ring I’m gonna propose to you with. I know, some may say that four years is a long time, and it’s not like I’ve ever been uncertain. I just don’t want to rush anything with you. Because I know anyway I’m gonna stay with you for the rest of our lives.

Your skin prickles under my touch, probably cause we just skinny dipped in the ocean, and are currently laying completely bare, our limbs tangled, on the secluded beach strip. The moon reflects in the calm waves.

“You cold baby?” I ask softly, looking down at you.