Imagine you are on holiday with Joe somewhere very hot. You are walking along the beach, holding your sandals in your hand, your feet sprinkled with sand, the tide is starting to come in and the water is rushing in and out slowly, almost to a rhythm. You can hear the seagulls singing their own little song and the sun is starting to set, the temperature is starting to drop but it is still hot. Hot enough for you to be wearing a playsuit covered in daisies, a floral crown in your long hair that is now falling in waves down your back, crimped from the sea air. Joe is holding your hand and ever so often he will gaze at you in adoration, smiling helplessly.
"This is so perfect, being here with you" he says.
"I know" you say, smiling back at him.
Suddenly he lets go of your hand and writes Joe <3 (y/n) in the sand with his finger.
"You do" you say, jokily.
"My heart is overflowing with love, that's how much I love you" he says, grabbing hold of your hands and staring into your eyes.
"I love you too Joe, so much" you say. Then he picks you up and spins you. He kisses you and it feels like all of a sudden it's you and him against the world. The planet is yours.
