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[Feb. 12, 2019 12:47 pm]

Backpacking through Europe with your boyfriend was nothing short of amazing. So far you’d toured the city of London, spent three days doing nothing but eating and napping in Paris, walked along the countryside in The Netherlands, and now here you were in Switzerland, taking what felt like a thousand pictures of Brian as you two hiked the mountain your cabin was located on. He was in an awfully good mood, even for him, but of course you didn’t mind. You actually enjoyed watching him goof around in the snow, and for once you wished you had brought something better than your phone to capture those moments.

Currently, Brian was writing your initials in a snow bank like one of those cheesy tree carving teenagers liked to make. It was ironically perfect that way; he never failed to make you feel like a sappy teenager in love for the first time. You smiled when he called you over. He wanted to take a picture in front of his artwork, and you happily obliged, only it wasn’t quite the photoshoot you had expected. Brian took a couple pictures of you both smiling and making silly faces before he told you to close your eyes so he could take a picture of the two of you kissing. You didn’t think anything of it; you obediently closed your eyes and waited for Brian’s lips to meet your own, but they never did.

“Brian, what’s taking so- Holy shit!“ you cut yourself off as you opened your eyes and noticed your boyfriend down on one knee in front of you. He only chuckled at your reaction as pure love and excitement flashed in his eyes.

“Y/f/n L/n, I knew from the moment I-“

“Yes!” You yelled, practically tackling him to the ground and kissing him before he could even get the question out. Brian blinked up at you when you pulled away, completely dumbfounded by what had just happened.

“Well that was easy...” he pulled you down for another kiss.

Eventually the two of you managed to untangle yourselves from each other and get up off the ground. As Brian placed the small, glittering diamond on your finger your smile grew; it looked perfect on you. He truly did know you and your style. You met his gaze again when he pulled you back into his arms.

“I’m sorry for ruining your proposal. I know you must’ve worked hard on that speech.” You said, feeling slightly guilty now.

Brian laughed it off and pressed his forehead to yours. “Don’t be. It was perfect.”

And really, it was.

[Jan. 22, 2019 7:24 am]

Having Brian as your soulmate was the best thing to ever happen to you. He always knew how to make you laugh until you cried and how to cheer you up when everything in the universe seemed to be against you. When you were homesick, he became home. When you needed to cry or vent, he’d drop everything to listen and comfort you. As cheesy as it sounded, you could say that Brian completed you; he was the night to your day, the Jim to your Pam, the little marshmallows to your hot cocoa. He was everything you could’ve wanted and more.

As you laid next to Brian with his arms wrapped tightly around you and your legs entangled beneath the sheets, you shamelessly stared at his beautiful sleeping figure while you thought about all of this. By the time you were done thinking, Brian was beginning to wake up and press soft, loving kisses to your shoulder and neck. In that moment you couldn’t help but realize just how lucky you truly were.

[Feb. 4, 2019 4:55 pm]

You set your sketchbook down when the familiar melody of the doorbell began playing. You checked the time and a sudden burst of excitement ran through you. You’d been expecting a package; during your FaceTime call last night, Brian had mentioned a package he was sending you from Paris that would arrive around 5pm. He wouldn’t give you any hints as to what was in the package, but he promised you you’d love it. You knew you’d love anything he bought you, but knowing how well he knew you only excited you more.

You sighed as the doorbell was impatiently rung a second time and moved a little faster to answer it. By the time you got to the door it was ringing a third time, and part of you wondered why the delivery person just hadn’t left the package outside the door like they normally did. You didn’t bother checking to see who was on the other side; you simply threw the door open in pure excitement. You had opened your mouth to speak but any words you were about to say got hung in your throat when you were met face to face with your soulmate. It took a minute of you staring and Brian’s hand waving in front of your face for you to realize that you weren’t dreaming. Once you realized it though, you didn’t hesitate to jump into his arms, your body immediately wrapping around him. You caught him a little off guard, but he still managed to catch you and hold you up. Brian pressed his lips against yours in a long awaited kiss while he carried you back inside and nudged the door shut with his foot. He gently set the gifts in his hands on the table, then set you down on the counter. Brian pulled away from your lips before things could get too heated, but he remained in your grasp.

“You’re here... I thought you weren’t coming home until next week.” You said, still shocked that your soulmate was actually standing in front of you. Your hands played with the soft ends of his hair as he smiled at you, his fingers rubbing small patterns into your lower back.

“The tour was over. We were just going to spend an extra week in Paris.” Brian shrugged and tugged you a little closer, “I figured I’d enjoy seeing the surprise on your face more.”

“Did you?” You asked curiously, wrapping your legs around him once more.

“Definitely.” He said while leaning in to kiss you again. The two of you quickly got tangled up in each other once more, and the actual gifts he’d brought you forgotten were in the background for now.