we are getting married !

A bouquet of flowers and a carefully handwritten letter are now framed on my wall. I’ve never experienced love so gentle. I’ve never been asked to be someone’s girlfriend. Not in that way at least. Trying to hold my composure, I told Stephen “of course I’ll be your girlfriend” knowing one day I’d be his wife. Just like that we were in Newport skipping rocks in front of a beautiful lighthouse when he got down on one knee and asked me an even better question. “Damarilis will you marry me?”.