I’ve been thinking, dreaming and imagining this day for over eight months now. My phone begins to receive a bunch of notifications, and I quickly check it. Yep, It’s the numerous ‘quizup' games i’ve been challenged to, by him. I’ll save them for later. I keep my phone aside, and continue walking around the house to make sure every curtain is drawn. I begin to descend the stairs, and try to relax on the sofa, while I wait with insane anticipation. I sit back on the sofa, and reminisce all the dirty things we’ve conceptualised us doing, so far. I can almost imagine him walking towards the house, and ringing the doorbell now. I would walk over to the door, and check the video-phone to ensure it’s him. There he is, just as gorgeous as I imagined. I playfully ask, “Who is it?”, He replies with a “May I please enter, Princess?”…. Yep, I love when he calls me that. Makes me feels so…empowered.