She walked up in her plain red sundress.
Her hair shines like gold in the moonlight.
Her eyes light up under the stars.
How did I get a girl so...perfect?
He always stares at me with this intense...heat whenever we see each other.
I told him I looked a mess today.
He whispered something, something I will never forget.
I don't know if he knows I heard him.
But he said, "You look perfect."
Even when I had ketchup in my hair and flour all over my dress, he still didn't care.
This is the man I want to live with. This is the man I love.
He spun me around to face him and knelt infront me.
"Sophie Elizabeth Foster, SEF, If you will, will you-" he started, but I pulled him up kissing him.
"Yes!" I said as we broke apart.
"Marry me?" He finished, kissing me again.
I love how she sees the good in me, even after everything we've been through.
I love how kind she is.
I love that she doesn't hate me for what I did to her.
She's truly an angel.
He wrote me a poem today. He gave it to me for our anniversary.
"Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song I have faith in what I see, now I know I have met an angel
In person, and she looks perfect
No I don't deserve this, you look perfect tonight."
Then he pulled a guitar out from behind a bush and started playing and singing the poem.
It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
I know this is the man I want to live with forever. I know this is the man I love.
He pulled a tiny box out of his pocket and knelt in front of me after her played the last eight note.
"Sophie Elizabeth Foster, will you-"he started.
"Yes!" I interrupted.
"Marry me?" He finished, kissing me.
Once we broke apart, I said. "I love you, Fitz."
When I pulled away, I said, "I love you, Keefe."