You and Drew had been together for a while now—years filled with laughter, long talks under the stars, quiet mornings with coffee, and the kind of love that feels like coming home.

One sunny afternoon, Drew looked at you with that mischievous spark in his eye—the one you’d come to know meant he was up to something. He smiled and said, “I’ve got a surprise for you. But you’ll have to wait till tonight.”

You raised an eyebrow, half suspicious, half excited. “What kind of surprise?”

But he just kissed your forehead and said, “You’ll see.”

Later that evening, his sister Sarah—your best friend by now—showed up at your place, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Come on,” she said. “We’re going somewhere.”

The drive felt both thrilling and strange. You tried to ask her what was going on, but she played it cool, humming along to the music, only giving you vague answers like “You’ll love it” or “Just wait.”

Your stomach twisted with a nervous energy. Something felt different—special. You looked out the window and realized you were heading toward the coast. The sky was painted in pinks and oranges, the golden hour wrapping everything in magic.

When you stepped out of the car, the sight stole your breath.

The beach was quiet, the waves gently lapping at the shore, and the soft breeze carried the scent of the sea. Lanterns lined a path in the sand, leading toward a little archway draped in white fabric and fairy lights. Flowers—your favourite kind—were scattered in the sand.

And there he was.

Drew stood at the end of the path, waiting, his hands folded in front of him, a look on his face that you’d never forget. His eyes lit up the moment they met yours. You could feel your heart pounding as you walked toward him, your fingers trembling slightly.

He reached for your hands, grounding you with his warmth.

“I’ve known for a long time,” he began, voice soft but steady, “that you’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. You’ve made me a better man. You’ve taught me what love really means. And there’s no one else I’d rather grow old with.”

Then, he dropped to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box. Inside was a ring that sparkled like the ocean behind him.

“Will you marry me?”

Time froze.

The only sound was the waves and the rush of your heartbeat.

He looked up at you with eyes full of love and hope, holding his breath.

And in that moment, everything stopped—because now, the only thing that mattered was your answer.

Would you say yes?