we are getting changed right now to go out.

he planned a special dinner for me apparently.

he spins me around and kisses me when i am fully dressed.

'i love you so much.'

'same. aren't i amazing?' he replies cockily.

'yes. but i am far more superior in my amazingness.'

'not a word babe.'

'who cares?'

'true. are you ready?'

'always.'

we leave the house and head to dinner. it's been a year since i almost died.

a year since he was my angel.

a year since the edge.

we arrive and order our food and drinks.

he gets a caesar salad.

i get some pasta.

we tell the server we would like a white peach wine.

he then stands up and tells the server something.

'what's wrong?'

'nothing. it was just about dinner.'

'oh okay.'

a few minutes later the clock chimes eight times.

everyone in the room gets up slowly and walks away from the tables. the server too.

he says to me, 'you are my whole life. if you die, i die. you are my happiness, but would you make me the happiest man alive,' he gets down on one knee. 'and marry me?'

'stand up.'

he seems confused, but he obliges.

i kiss him before he can ask what's wrong.

'does that answer your question?' i whisper against his lips.

'no. i want you to say it.'

'i will make you the happiest person alive and be your wife.'

'she said yes!' he yells and the whole restaurant comes out of hiding and cheers.

i wrap my arms around his neck.

'i love you.'

'i love you too.'

we were on the edge of happiness that night when we fell together.

the end.