Am I the Drama?

Stack Fam… am I the drama? Okay, hear me out.

I’ve always wanted my proposal to happen in Paris.
A beautiful and thoughtful setup. Something well-planned. Romantic, soft, intentional. Ideally crafted by the most amazing human alive.

But then...
I also want a beachside proposal.
One where I’m up in a helicopter, looking down at this gorgeous island. And on that island? All the flowers, the setup, the entire dreamy arrangement waiting for me. Very extra. Very cinematic.

But wait.
I also want to walk into a room filled with orchestras. Violins, soft musicals, and handwritten notes floating from the ceiling. Little messages like, “You’re the love I prayed for” or “Forever starts here” or whatever else a Pinterest proposal might whisper to my soul.

I know.
It’s a lot.
But hear me out again,

it’s not entirely my fault.
Don’t forget, I overthink.

And even in all this spiraling, there’s one thing I know for sure.
I don’t want familiar faces.

I don’t do well with crowds.
I don’t want pressure. I don’t want forced gasps or people going “Awwwwwwww” in unison or anyone whispering “Say yes!” into my ear like I’m being directed in some over-the-top moment I never asked for.

Let it be private.
Let there be a video.
Let them watch it later and be all mushy. That works.

I know I sound dramatic. I probably am.
Too extra to settle for the bare minimum, especially when it comes to this part of my life.

Maybe I am the drama.
Or maybe… I’m just a girl with oddly specific proposal dreams that might never see the light of day.

Or what if they do?

stares suspiciously into the future