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the duvet. The events of the past few days had been a whirlwind, each moment more surreal than the last. I had proposed to Simeon Blackwood, a man I barely knew

ed a lot. His understanding and support were balm to my wounded soul. He had given me a choice: to

s as I walked toward the door. I opened it to a bouquet of lilies-smelling sweetly and rather soo

into your day as you have into mine. Lookin

ire welling inside my stomach. I laid the bouquet on the dining tabl

re. I picked it up-my heart skipped a beat as the name Alex show

He

laced with uncertainty. "I know it's been

the heartbreak, the questions unanswered. I had moved on, or so I th

, Alex," I replied, my voice steady, thou

. "I owe you an expla

he fear of reopening old wounds. Finally, I agreed. "Fi

, but I wasn't so sure if I was ready to face him. I to

was sitting at a corner table, his head bent down, his hands clasped together. He raised his

ed, standing up. "Thanks

silence between us was palpable, each of

is voice thick with emotion. "I was selfish

g. "Then why did you kiss your assi

a good excuse. I was confused, and I made

s reopened. "You broke my heart, Alex. I

m so sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, but

lanned a future with, was sitting before me, broken and remorsefu

lex," I said finally. "But I appreciat

eyes. "I understand. I just wan

f our conversation dropped between us

h moved on," I said, my vo

and found the strength to let it go. As I stepped into the sunlight, I felt a

the restaurant, his eyes so much a m

o?" he asked,

smile, all the way into my eyes. "It went well.

taking my hand in his. "I'm glad to hear th

spread through me. "Thank you, Simeon.

For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of belonging, a

n stood up, extending his hand

ght, the city lights twinkling around us. The future was uncertain,