You and your boyfriend of a year, Micheal, were currently having a picnic. He had brought you to his favorite spot by the lake under the weeping willow. And when the sun sets the sky lit up with hues that would take your breath away.

You both were laying on your back on the blanket, an assortment of foods and drink surrunded the two of you. He turned his head to you, his eyes shining with adoration at the sight. You turned to him, calling him pretty as the sun's rays danced across his face. He climbed ontop of you, his hands cupping your face.

"Oh darling, as long as you think I'm pretty I don't give a damn what I look like"