He Proposes

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Michael decided to take me to the lake. He got a blanket and sat it out so we could sit on it and look at the sunset. For about an hour, we just sat there drinking wine and just staring at the sunset. It was beautiful.

He looked at me and asked, "Y/N, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, baby. Anything." I said back.

"Well, it has took me a while to think, but I have finally made my decision. Look, I've been thinking. It's almost the first anniversary of when we first met."

I looked at him. "You remember?"

"Of course. Anyways, I thought that maybe since we've been together for a while, I though that maybe we could take our relationship to the next level."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N, I love you. I love you so much. You have made me the happiest man in the world, and I would like it if you made me an even happier man...by letting me take your hand in marriage."

I gasped and put my hand on my mouth. He grabbed something out of his pocket. It was a ring! I couldn't believe it. My eyes widened.

"Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

I gasped once more and said, "Yes! Of course I will marry you!"

"You will? Really?" He said excited.

"Yes!" I said crying happily.

We both stood up and cheered. He hugged me and swung me around. Then he stopped and kissed me. I saw tears flowing on his face. I wiped them all away and said, "Don't cry, baby."

"I'm sorry. I'm just so happy." He said crying.

I kissed him and he picked me up and carried me bridal style to the car and we went home.

The End

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