My gaze moves from you to the waves of the sea, and back again. Your eyes are fixed on a point in the sea while your hands are tucked into the pockets of my cardigan. It's getting dark, it's winter, and we've spent the whole afternoon on the beach where we met four years ago. Today I asked you to marry me, and you said yes.

You started to get a little suspicious when I suggested the idea of ​​coming to the beach on such a cloudy, cold day. And it's not my fault. The weather forecast said it would be clear this day. Why didn't I wait another day? Because it had to be today! The same day we met, in the same place. Everything had to fall into place.

"Love, it's starting to get really chilly..." I murmur in your ear, placing a small kiss on your head. "You know I wouldn't mind staying longer, but I don't want you to catch a cold. Especially when you decided to come in a dress." I let out a small laugh.