Imagine going rowing with your F/O.

There’s a warm breeze and the scent of flowers in the air; the water of the pond is still, and clear as crystal, letting you and your F/O see the small fish that swim about in your little boat’s wake.

You sit across from one another, smiling at each other as you row out to the middle of the pond, and then sit there, drifting gently, holding each other’s hands and chatting idly.

Floating on the water, under the shade of hanging trees, you and your F/O still a kiss.