Heaven may be a paradise,but it could never be as perfect as being with your other half.

You’d been with Abel for about 3…maybe 4 years? (you kind of lost count between all the kisses and cuddles).A relationship so loving, sweet, and sticky-sweet that anyone would envy it…or gag.Adam and Lute,in fact, were already sick of watching you two together.But eh,details.

Things had gotten serious, and Abel—after months of planning and even more months of waiting for the “perfect fairy-tale moment”—finally asked you to marry him.And of course,you said yes.Tears, joy, floating hearts in the air…all the cheesy romance worthy of a soap opera.

Now came the fun part: planning the dream wedding!

You and Abel sat in the living room,surrounded by notes, sketches,and ideas.You had your notebook with a few plans…but Abel showed up with poster boards,glitter,hand-drawn charts,and yes—even a full PowerPoint presentation.He came prepared.

You hadn’t even started with the essentials,and Abel was already spiraling into fairy-tale mode.

Abel: “Okay, okay, hear me out…what if we do the wedding on the beach? Wait—no,in a meadow!" -gasp- "! What if we have sheep walking around the venue?! And the sheep could carry the rings…with little bows,just like mine! Wouldn’t that be adorable?”