someday, i’ll ask you to marry me.

it will have to be me, i think. it will have to be me because you always move first, you spoke first, you acted first

and i want to be the one to it, anyway.

i’ll propose at sunset, the wind lifting my hair slightly. we’ll be atop some hill, in the grass, on a hike or a walk or an adventure,

because in our life together, we’re adventurers and lovers.

obviously, we’re surrounded by mountains.

scratch that.

a waterfall feels appropriate.

i’ll remind you, i love waterfalls. they are powerful. they are loving. they are beautiful, they are magic, they are my favorite

which, looking back, makes it so very appropriate that i took you to one.

this first chapter of our love could start and end by the falls, at sunset, except this time you wouldn’t be so nervous, and I wouldn’t feel so much pressure to act and impress you. this time, when i look into your eyes, i’d know those were the eyes i’d be staring into, deeply, for the rest of my life.

and you would know the same.