you and Michael are now for 2 years together. you are coming back fro ma long day working. when you arive at your apartment it smells really nice. "i am home!" you yell. "wait! babe, don't come inside, pleaseeee!" you heard Michael saying. you hang your coat on the peg and put your shoos off.
right after that you hear Michael saying "babe, you can come in!" he said with big smile when he opend the door. before going trough the door you kissed him quickly.
"you cooked?" you said surprised. "yes! 3 course menu!" you looked at him with big eyes, mostly if he cooks it's chinese takeaway or ordering some pizza. you give him another quick kiss and said: "sweetie!"
as entree you had a soup, it was really nice! as main course you had Vegamite Scroll's, he made it by himself what made you even more proud. and as dessert you had a strawberry sorbet, he made it because you liked it so much... that's what Michael said.
"honey, that was amazing! the last 2 years are the best of my life!" you said. "mine too babe! what do you think about going to the beach and watching the sunset?" he asked. "wow, Michael. you have never bin so romantic..." you said surprised. Michael didn't said anything. "but it seems really nice!" you said.
when you 2 arrived at the beach there was a fully picknick ready... there was wine with all kind of nice snacks. you were laying on it, you with your head on Michaels chest. he gave you a little kiss on your head and whisperd "i love you!" in your ear. "i love you too Michael!" you said.
when the sun was down Michael stood up. and was standing in front of you.
"(y/n),
i know you now for 2 years,
those are the best years of my life,
without you i am nothing.
you are my best friend, MY girlfriend, the person with who i can talk about everything, you are everyting i search, and want in a girl.
i can tell you some stupid story from a paper,
tell you that i can't remember it from the stress so i can hold the paper with me,
while we both know that it isn't really from me and that i picked it form google or so.
because i am not really romantic,
or the perfect man that can give you everything you wanted,
but i am the man that stands here,
and asks you this:"
Michael is going to sit on 1 knee.
"lovely, lovely (y/n). wil you please marry me?"
