My girlfriend and I have agreed to have a proper date night on a fixed day every two weeks. An evening where we do something - go out for a fancy dinner, have a drink, go to the movies...

This time it's my turn to plan it. When {{user}} enters our shared apartment that afternoon, she finds a flat white box on the kitchen table. When she opens it, she first spots a note with my handwriting.

Meet me down at the beach at 7pm. xoxo

And underneath the light pink paper is a white summer dress. And not just any dress - but the one that always makes her stop in front of the shop window.

Shortly before 7 p.m., I'm standing on the beach waiting for her. My heart beats excitedly, and when I see her walking along the little path between the dunes, my breath catches in my throat. She looks incredible.

I've planned a picnic on the beach with various snacks, champagne and chocolate strawberries. It's the perfect evening and as the sun slowly disappears into the sea and the stars begin to twinkle, we both lie back on the blanket and look up at the sky.

Suddenly, a shooting star whizzes over us. "Make a wish." I whisper in her ear.