We met on Bumble. She thought he looked like Desi from the show Girls; he really liked that one picture of her dressed up as a salmon nigiri. We met up for a drink that turned into a whole night, rolling into a date that simply never ended 3 years, 4 continents and 37 succulents later.

He suggested fireworks on the roof top, she put on her best Carhartt overalls and all the layers she can find (because it's San Francisco in July). We spent an hour up there watching the city roar with lights and sparkles. He got down on his knees, plural, and asked her to marry him. She cried her eyes out, and it was the most perfect.