You sat in a field of flowers, picking off the petals of some of the ones you plucked out of the fresh dirt. The day was nice, and sunny. Luke was at band practice, for his upcoming tour, and many scheduled performances for award shows. It had been putting a little bit of strain on your relationship, but you were both too stubborn, and determined to let this stop your relationship. You let out a sigh, and set down the petal-less flower. The sound of a guitar came from nearby, causing you to jerk your head up. There was Luke, his old guitar in his hands, and a beautiful smile on his face. Once your attention was on him, he started to strum some more, and let a few familiar notes out. He got down on his knees, leveling with you, and finishing off the song. "You're beautiful."
"Luke!" You covered your mouth with your hands, standing up, and running over to him.
"I do love you." He said, holding you in his arms.
