“Come on, move those legs,” I say playfully over my shoulder while practically dragging you between people on the walkway, my hand gripping yours tightly so as not to lose you in the crowd.

It’s a few days before Christmas and since we’ll be at our own families on the actual day, we decided to do our own together a few days early. We’ve been dating for around 7 months, so this is our first Christmas together, and I want it to be as perfect as possible.

I brought you to New York City as part of your surprise and currently I’m yanking us towards Rockefeller Center, too excited about showing you the 76-foot tall Christmas tree. The freezing cold wind breezes past us, our feet crunching in the snow. I look at you again to make sure you’re doing okay.