Daniel

It was February 14th, Valentine's Day, the most romantic winter day—frosty, with a light snow swirling in the air like tiny, glittering confetti. He'd been acting a little mysterious since the morning: smiling more often than usual, hiding his phone when messages came in, and constantly saying, "Just wait until this evening." He invited you for a walk, saying he just wanted to spend the day together. You met at your favorite spot—the same place you'd shared your first date. String lights twinkled on the trees, and the air smelled of hot chocolate from a nearby café. At first, everything was as usual: you laughed, reminiscing about funny moments, and he gave you a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers and a small box with a heart-shaped pendant. You thought this was the big surprise, but he suddenly became more serious. He said that these three years with you have been the happiest for him. That you are his support, his inspiration, and the person with whom he wants to share both joy and hardship. His voice trembled a little, but his eyes shone with confidence. At that moment, he carefully took a small velvet box out of his pocket. The snow continued to fall softly, and it became completely silent around, as if the whole world had frozen. He opened the box, looked into your eyes, slowly dropped to one knee, and asked:

• Will you marry me?