That little story on our first date was cute and all.
But here's what happened as we got older.
Our first what I call, serious date.
I spent a month planning this.
I was taking her to a planetarium.
Plot twist: It was going to be only us.
It was going to be magical.
I pulled up to her house and picked her up.
I refused to tell her where we were going no matter how much she begged.
Because I really wanted it to be a surprise.
I blindfolded her before we got to the entrance.
"This is so extra! We're still in the parking lot and I can't see!" She exclaimed.
"Come on babe. Don't you trust me?" I asked her.
"In this moment, no." She said.
I laughed as I led her inside.
I untied the blindfold.
"Oh my God." She said.
"Where are all the people?" She asked.
"I rented it." I said.
"You shouldn't-" She said.
"But I wanted to. You deserve so I'm going to give it to you." I said cutting her off.
"This is beautiful. Thank you." She said.
We walked around.
Her holding onto my arm.
We got to the final stars exhibit.
It showed all the constellations.
When the documentary was about over, the final sentence was.
"That little star over there, is called the Ashley. Named by her beloved boyfriend, Drew Ramos." The guy said.
Her face was in shock.
"There's a star named after me?!" She asked.
"Yeah. Hope you don't mind." I said.
"This is everything and more." She said kissing me.
