hey lovely :) what does your dream house look like in your mind? (lots of windows?, is it big? loft? idk)
ohhh that is probably the most difficult question ever! it changes all the time. but I am definiely a fan of big windows ald loft style. space is important to me, but also separate rooms :) <3
3 things Ithink of when I see your blog: that is an amazing quote thing there in the corner i love it, wow your hair *-*, now I wanna sing karaoke
honeymoondestination: Asia
where youfirst met: he participated in a public experiment at your uni and had to ask you for your number three times before you said yes
cute thinghe does for you on valentine’s day: he takes you to a small park where he has prepared a picknick and a solo concert for you
present hegets you on your birthday: a beautiful grand piano (that has to stay at the store until he gets a bigger flat but you can play it every day if you like)
song hededicates to you: Out of my limit
random word in German: zauberhaft (magical)
“You got us lost, just admit it, Michael.” - “No I haven`t, we´re perfectly fine and I know where I`m going” - “This is the third time we have passed this street sign, Mikey.” - “… okay fine, we`re lost.”
Michael had had the glorious idea to go on a short road trip together and drive down to the closest beach to spend some hours at his family`s shack down there, but of course he had left the house without a map and now the two of you were completely lost. He stopped the car at the side of the road and got out to throw a look around. You sighted, then joined him. He seemed to try to find anything familiar and since you didn`t know your way around here, you just threw glances everywhere hoping to find a clue where to go next. Suddenly though, Michael grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him - through the bushes. Where there were sand dunes. And a small platform to stand on from which you could actually see the ocean (it was far away but still, you could see it). “Look!”, Michael exclaimed excitedly, “I knew I was driving in about the right direction. I just took the wrong turn at the last crossing.” You chuckled: “Yeah, but you have taken the wrong turn three times in a row.” - “Oh shut up”, he mumbled, before pulling you close to him and pressing his lips on yours. “If we hurry, we can make it before the sun sets.” - “Well then what are you waiting for?” He giggled, then stormed back to the car, you following suit. Through the bushes again.
Michael turned on the road (thank goodness nobody else was there) and drove back to the crossroads, took the right turn this time and continued to drive just a tad above the speed limit. Now that you were actually getting closer to the ocean you were getting excited - he had packed a mysterious bag in the car earlier, not allowing you to look at it. Or in it. One last turn and the car came to a stop in the front of a small wooden pathway that without a doubt would lead to the ocean. You could hear the waves already and where faster out of the car than Michael, wanting to see the endless blue as soon as possible.
Just as the sun was about starting to set, Michael came to a stand next to you, carrying a blanket and the ominous bag. He laid out the blanket on the sand and gestured for you to sit down, doing the same. Then he turned to you, smiling: “I thought I`d maybe surprise you today and yes, I admit getting lost shouldn`t have been a part of it but anyways - “, he reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of champagne and two glasses - “happy one year anniversary, babe.” You could just gasp in awe and as he popped the bottle and filled your glasses, the sun colored the sky in a million shades of orange and red. “I love you”, you whispered and he clinked glasses with you, whispering “I love you, too.”
