“I love you more,” I respond, leaning in to kiss him again.
“No you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Are we about to have our first fight as an engaged couple?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice.
I laugh before pressing another kiss to his lips. This man is mine. My fiancé.
If you had told me a year ago, when I left this condo sad and afraid to open up to anyone ever again, that I’d be back a year later, engaged to the man I swore I’d never see again, I would’ve laughed in your face.
But life has a funny way of working out.
He got brought back into my life and I’m so grateful he did.
He’s my forever.
