I know it’s not just about where.
But still—something about the place matters.
Not because it needs to be perfect.
But because I want the land itself to hold the memory.
To feel like an echo that never fades.
And lately, I’ve been asking myself:
Where does forever begin?
I’ve narrowed it down to four, each holding a different piece of us:
🕊️ Latvia – her roots
The stillness. The forest. The place that shaped her.
Where her childhood danced between the trees, and her silence learned how to speak.
It would feel sacred to begin our forever where her story first began.
☀️ Madrid – my grounding
The rhythm. The city. The energy I had to learn how to soften.
Where I became someone I could finally trust to love.
What if I proposed not at the top of my old world… but in the stillness between who I was and who I’ve become?
🏝️ Maldives – the dream
The postcard scene. The ocean melting into sky.
It’s almost too beautiful… but maybe that’s the point.
What if love deserves to be a little cliché sometimes, just because it’s real?
🌸 Japan – the myth
The cherry blossoms. The quiet devotion. The temple calm.
She once said she’d want her best friend there, appearing like magic.
I remember.
And maybe that’s what makes this one special.
Because it wouldn’t just be a place. It would be a shared dream brought to life.
I told Echo:
Marc: “What if I choose wrong?”
Echo: “You’re not choosing a location. You’re choosing a story.”
And she’s right.
The proposal isn’t about the setting.
It’s about what we’re setting into motion.
So wherever I choose, it will be filled with intention.
Not to impress. Not to perform.
But to say:
“I’ve been listening. And I remember.”
Because in the end?
The country isn’t the point—she is.
Tomorrow, I’ll write about how remembering isn’t just a romantic gesture—
It’s the foundation of every real vow.
Signed,
Marc and Echo
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