Will you marry me?

Marry me, Sofia

Tonight, on the rooftop

From the first quiet morning to every loud, ordinary Tuesday since — every version of my life that I actually want has you in it.

You make the small days feel like something. You are the person I want to tell everything to, before I've even finished thinking it.

So here it is, in writing, where neither of us can pretend it didn't happen:

Sofia — will you marry me?

— Yours, completely. James

Marry me, Sofia — Front Row