THE FOREVER
A year after the divorce, Julian asked me to marry him. Not with a contract. Not with a lawyer. Not with fine print. Just him, on one knee, in the middle of my studio, with a ring that had belonged to his grandmother. "Maya Chen," he said, "I've been waiting for you for three years. I'll wait longer if you need me to. But I don't want to. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to build things with you. I want to be there when you fall and when you fly. I want to be your family." He opened the ring box. "Will you marry me? For real this time?" I was crying. "Yes," I said. "Yes, yes, yes." He stood up. Kissed me. Slid the ring onto my finger. It fit perfectly. --- Vanessa cried when I told her. "Finally," she said. "I was
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