“Wha’ do y’wanna do tomorrow?” My words are muffled and sound just ever so slightly like gibberish around my toothbrush, the white foamy toothpaste spilling from the other corner of my mouth. I lean over the sink and spit out the excess before speaking again, properly this time.

“My mum mentioned something about having us over for dinner,” I shrug. “Gem, Michael, and Emmy will be there. Might be fun.”

You and I have been together for roughly 4 years now, which means you’re basically apart of the family, at least according to my mother. She absolutely adores you, and so does my older sister Gemma. The two of them are constantly nagging at me to just propose, but no one knows I had the ring custom made a few months ago. I wanted to take advantage of this extended break of mine between albums, I’ve just been waiting on everything to fall into place.

Everything finally clicked into place in my head about a year and a half ago, when my sister and her husband Michael had their first child, Emmy. Obviously I loved seeing them expand their family, but also…I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fall even deeper in love with you while watching you care for the baby girl.

That was the exact moment I knew you were the one.

Now it’s just a matter of when and where. I’m still working out the details, while occasionally moving the ring to different hiding spots around our shared London home just to guarantee you won’t find it.

Hopefully, at least.