Just quiet daydreams of him, me, and Rosie, our lives happily intertwined, while I did my homework or brushed my hair before bed.
I had started imagining a future with Ben.
I thought he saw it too.
The way he lingered on our porch.
The way he laughed at things Rosie said that only I would find funny.
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Then one Sunday, when I was twenty-two, Ben knocked on the door.
He held a small velvet box in his palm.
My heart lifted so fast I felt dizzy.
He held a small velvet box in his palm.
