Love?

I was just in the shower, freshly baked myself I might add.

By baked, for the children in the room, i mean i had just smoked before my shower. by smoke i mean cannabis, and lungs and breath. to breathe, for the dead in the crowd, means to inhale and exhale. to act. you guys... *tear* fail.

I like to write sometimes. I love writing short stories, little creative fictional stories that never grow quite large. I've fantasized of publishing something and making it big hundreds of times. Successful or not, I still write because I like it. I wanted to post my idea here tho before Googling my idea...

A book of proposals. Fiction, all thought up by me.

Different scenarios, short story vignettes all having the same exact plot.

He pops the question.

The characters will all be unique personalities, never a duplicate. The proposals will all be romantic and creative and unique as well, and sometimes won't even be realistic. I have always enjoyed fantasy. I won't resist slipping in there a proposal on the back of a dragon as we soared over the shore of some other world. My mind has been storming for a long time now, brewing with this very content. I myself am in love, very much so and I plan to pop the question ASAP. I'm a true romantic, and never even foresaw being traditional. I didn't think I'd be the type to do the whole ring thing, but alas.

I'll leave the honor of dishing me reality to a fellow baker. I will abstain from Googling this.