blurb of what living with Luke would include please x
Living with Luke is simultaneously the best and worst decision I’ve ever made.
He’s a sweetheart - if I’m having a bad day or I’m sick, he’ll look after me and he’ll cuddle me and he’ll baby me until I’m better and I get to spend every night with him and it’s amazing.
But he doesn’t know how to do dishes or laundry. The kitchen is always a tip, he leaves his underwear in the most inconvenient of places and he’ll pout at me and I’ll melt a little on the inside and forgive him.
There was one night in our little flat that made every night staying up late doing dishes completely worth it. I’d been away for three days - a conference meeting in LA that I’d been planning for months and it went so badly I couldn’t even begin to comprehend how excited I was to get home, curl up on the sofa and wait to be fired.
I didn’t get to curl up on the sofa. When I unlocked the door all the lights were off and there was a trail of white rose petals leading from the door to the living room. I dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes, following the petals, noticing the little tea lights lining all the furniture and Luke waiting in the living room.
There were a circle of tea lights and petals and it all lead to him, waiting nervously in this circle biting his lip.
He pulled me into this little circle. “Baby, you’re my everything. I want to be with you forever, I can’t offer you much but I’ll give you everything I can - I want you forever.” He stuttered nervously, bending down on one knee and pulling a ring box out of his pocket. “Will you marry me?”
“Yes, Luke,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes as I knelt opposite him, too emotional to speak properly. “Yes.” I threw my arms around his neck.
Now that was worth doing his laundry.
(inspired by the Sacconejoly’s proposal)