Two years later
I made it home from work exhausted.
I plopped down on the bed and sigh kicking my shoes off.
I hear soft music playing so I sit up and there are rose petals are making a path towards the bathroom.
I stand and follow them as the music gets louder.
Standing with a glass of wine is my delivery man with a smile on his face.
He hands me the glass and I take a sip of it and moan.
He helps me out my clothes and helps me get in the bubble filled tub.
I relax into the warmth of the water and sip my wine.
After soaking a while he is there with a robe and wraps it around me.
He walks me back into the room and sits me on the bed and gets down on one knee and I start to cry as he asks for to marry him.
At that moment all I could feel was happiness.
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