Flowers scattered everywhere, candles lit, you walk in the room and don't know what's happening until I propel down from the ceiling wearing moon boots and a trench coat, slip a ring on your finger and sing the words, 'Marry me you beautiful bitch' acappella while the rain beats softly against the windows and then I descend from the ceiling onto the ground, and pull a corgi puppy out of my cleavage and all the furniture turns into pie and The Beatles are serenading you in the corner on the cake.

OH MY GOD

I DO