It is a beautiful time, dusk, and if you happen to be on a beach with the one you love, it is like icing on the cake. Alex and Mark were walking barefoot on the smooth surface of the sand, their hands entwined. They could see the sun setting yonder.


As the ball of fire and light prepared to drown itself in the vast ocean, Alex and Mark had already drowned themselves in each other’s love. Surrounded by the sun’s heavenly orange glow, time stood still as Alex lost himself in the grey of Mark’s eyes, and Mark found himself dissolving in Alex’s blue.


“Alex?” Mark asked tentatively.


Fumbling, Mark took out a small box from his pocket. He opened it, and while kneeling down on one knee he looked up at Alex and said the magic words.

“Will you marry me?”