Forever
347 Words
"Forever" echoed in my mind, a tantalizing prospect. Max's eyes sparkled, his grin infectious.
"Forever," I whispered, the word rolling off my tongue.
Max's face lit up. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?"
I nodded, my heart racing. "I am."
We strolled hand-in-hand, lost in thought. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow.
"Move in together," Max said, breaking the silence. "Travel. Build a life."
I smiled, envisioning our future. "Sounds perfect."
Max stopped beneath a streetlamp, his eyes locked onto mine.
"I love you," he said, his voice low.
"I love you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Our lips met in a tender kiss, sealing our promise.
The days blurred into a whirlwind of planning. We scouted apartments, discussed furniture, and browsed travel brochures.
One evening, as we unpacked boxes in our new home, Max turned serious.
"I have one more thing to ask." His eyes sparkled.
"What is it?" I asked, curiosity piqued.
Max dropped to one knee, a small box open in his hand. A diamond ring glinted in the light.
"Will you marry me?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Tears streamed down my face. "Yes!" I exclaimed.
Max slid the ring onto my finger, and we shared a kiss as husband-to-be and wife-to-be.
Our wedding was intimate, surrounded by close friends and family. We exchanged vows on a sun-kissed beach, promising forever.
As newlyweds, we traveled, exploring hidden gems and laughing together. Our love deepened with each passing day.
Six months into our marriage, Max surprised me with a pregnancy test.
"Two pink lines," I whispered, stunned.
Max beamed. "We're having a baby!"
Our little family grew, filled with laughter and joy. We navigated parenthood, hand-in-hand.
Years passed, our love enduring through life's ups and downs.
One evening, as we rocked our grandchildren on the porch, Max turned to me.
"Remember our fake boyfriend story?" he asked, chuckling.
I smiled. "How could I forget?"
Max's eyes sparkled.
"Who knew it would lead to forever?"
I leaned into him, our hands intertwined.
"Forever," I whispered, smiling.
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