Liz, Lizzy, who are you??

I’ve been rifling through the rest of my stuff from the cottage and I found a scrunched up piece of paper in one of my books. Is a bit weird – it’s in my handwriting…

EH??? I’m not the swish type to order champagne for no reason. And I know the words esto perpetua from a book I read once, it means forever. So who the hell is liz, or lizzy maybe, and why am I saying I want to be with her forever>?? And a RING? I feel weird even writing this and hopefully I’m totally over reacting, but doesn’t this seem a bit like I’m asking her to spend the rest of her life with me… was I proposing?????