And there he was, elegantly skating in twists and turns, his hair flowing as he performed the best stunts in ice skating known to man. You watched closely, admiring him and his beauty along with the rest of the audience. He then spun a few times more, before beautifully skating over to you. Next thing you knew, he was on one knee, a rose in hand, pointed towards you in the front row. His head was down, panting heavily.

"For you, my love."