“I’ve been studying you for weeks,” he said with a laugh. “Mind if I buy it for you?”
I had no idea that a cup of coffee and a stranger’s persistence would one day lead me to a walk down the aisle.
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The next thing I knew, we were sitting at the same small table by the window, laughing over blueberry scones.
He told me about his job in IT, his obsession with old movies, and how he’d been working up the courage to talk to me for months.
Our dates after that were everything I’d hoped for.
Ed was thoughtful in ways that mattered. He remembered that I loved sunflowers, so he’d bring me one stem instead of expensive bouquets.
He’d plan picnics in the park and always packed my favorite sandwiches.
A picnic basket | Source: Pexels
When I had a bad day at work, he’d show up with ice cream and terrible jokes that somehow made everything better.
For two years, he made me feel like I was the only person in the room when we were together. We connected on everything, which made me believe I’d found my person.
Then came the proposal.
We were walking along the pier at sunset, talking about nothing important, when he suddenly stopped.
The sky was painted in shades of pink and orange, and the water sparkled like diamonds. Ed dropped to one knee right there, pulling out a ring that caught the light perfectly.
A ring in a box | Source: Pexels
“Lily,” he said, his voice shaking slightly, “will you marry me?”
I said yes without even thinking. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear his words, but I knew this was right. This was my future.
A few weeks later, it was time for the big introduction. I brought Ed home to meet my family, i.e., my mom and my older brother, Ryan.
