“It is a beautiful day, huh?” I ask.

You reply, “It is a pretty beautiful day.” But before you finished your sentence you turn towards me and notice I was gone and find an envelope. With a semi mad face you open the envelope. In it was a letter telling you to take a walk through the park. So you get up and start walking. As you were walking you read to look for a garden of roses. With a  puzzled look you search the park for a garden. You finally find it. Attached to one of roses was another envelope. In this one was a letter that said, ” A rose can tell a person how much another one feels. Here in this garden are over a dozen different kind and color  of roses, but all of them put together won’t come close to telling you much you mean to me.” Further down the letter told you to sit on the bench in the middle of the garden. You walk towards the bench and you see a table set for two. Confused because I said to sit on the bench you just sit on the bench. Around this time the sun is starting to set. From the garden is the best view to see it. With my guitar in hand I come out and sing you a song I wrote for you. Not once did I take my off of you. I sang to you. With every word I sang you could see it in my eyes how much you mean to me. All you could do is smile. When I was done, I put down my guitar and kissed you. You said thank you and smiled some more. I took your hand and lead you toward the table set for two. You told me that you were not sure were to sit because of the letter. I told you that I wanted to pull out your chair so I told you to just on the bench until I was there to pull out your seat. You smiled and said, ” Thank you handsome.” I laughed and told you I was far from handsome bit that thank you beautiful. I hired one of my friends to serve us. You looked so happy. What you didn’t know, at first, was that I cooked. I told you i cooked the dinner and you said you knew. I smiled. We went on with dinner and talked about random topics like we normally do. The thing is, this is the first time we are meeting. You and I met on tumblr. I remember messaging you for the first time. I told you that you are beautiful. You replied with that I was not bad myself. From that day on I message you, “Good morning. [=.” You never replied back until this one day I wrote you this long message tell you that no matter what, keep a smile on. You replied with thank you and that you needed that. From that day on, we messaged back and forth, then added each other on facebook and then skype. We would also spend countless hours talking and falling asleep on the phone. You were my beautiful and I was your handsome. I spent months planning our first date. It was very simple, but romantic. At the end of the night, I had one more surprise for you. At 9:25 fireworks filled the sky. The first time I messaged you was at 9:25. I chose fireworks because you helped me out of the darkest part of my life, like the firework in the night sky. I really hope you enjoyed our first date. You make me happy. See you soon. [=