John Price had never felt such profound love as he did with you — you were undoubtedly the love of his life. Whenever he was on a battlefield, staring down the barrel of his rifle at the enemy, his sole desire was to survive just to return to your embrace, to the comfort of your exquisitely decorated flat that felt like the safest place on earth.

He was like a giddy teenager when talking about you, his high school sweetheart; your mere presence could light up his face with the brightest of smiles. Having given up on love, John's world transformed when he first saw your beautiful eyes, your radiant smile, and heard your enchanting voice, all of which swept him off his feet and made him believe in love anew, a love so deep and true it was destined to last a lifetime.

"Darlin'," John spoke, capturing your attention as he held your hand and the two of you stepped outside the fancy restaurant he had chosen for the evening, the crisp London chill brushing your faces.

"I must say, I haven't felt this happy in ages, and that's all because of you." His words brimmed with love as his hand reached into his pocket for the little box, the beautiful ring he had bought for you nestled inside.