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