I planned the proposal for this beach where we’d had our first date. We’re both low-key, so I wanted it to be just us. No big public thing, no fancy restaurant where everyone’s watching and filming on their phones. Just something personal, something that matched how we actually are when no one’s looking.
I remember that first date like it was yesterday. We didn’t have much money back then, so we packed a cheap picnic, grabbed a couple of drinks, and sat on the sand talking until it got too cold. The ocean was just a dark blur, and the city lights behind us looked like a different world. It was simple. It was perfect.
So for the proposal, I went back to that memory.
The day finally came, and I was nervous as hell. I mean, I was pretty sure he’d say yes, but it’s still a big deal, right? I had this tiny velvet box burning a hole in my jacket pocket all day. I must have checked it a thousand times just to make sure it was still there. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking in the Uber on the way there.
I’d gotten the ring, planned the whole day, and made sure we got to the beach at sunset, because Adrien has always said how much he loves sunsets—the sky turning pink and purple, that last streak of gold over the water. That evening, the weather was perfect. The air was cool but not cold, the waves gentle, the sky melting into those ridiculous colors that feel like someone painted them just for you.
It felt like a sign, like the universe was nodding along, saying, Yes, Meera. This is the moment.
We got there and started walking along the shore, our shoes in our hands, the water brushing our ankles. We were talking about random stuff—work, a new show we were watching, where we wanted to travel next. I remember barely hearing half of what he was saying because my heart was pounding so loud in my ears.
Then I stopped walking. I took his hand. All of a sudden, the world shrank down to just the two of us and the sound of the waves.
I started talking about how much he meant to me. How these four years had been the most stable and chaotic and beautiful years of my life. How I couldn’t imagine my future without him. My voice was shaking, but the words felt right. True.
He smiled at me. That soft, familiar smile that always made me feel safe.
So I took a breath, dropped down on one knee in the sand, pulled out the ring, and asked, “Adrien, will you marry me?”
Here’s the part that threw me off.
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