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A Yes I Never Thought I Would Own

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Isla

If someone had tapped my shoulder a year ago, when I was standing on a flooded street with rain in my hair and mud splashed up my legs, and told me that someday I would say “yes” to Alexander Langston, I would have laughed. Or cried. Or both. Mostly because I did not know back then that something beautiful could still happen to the pieces of me I had left.

Tonight feels unreal. Not because he proposed. But because I accepted… easily. wholeheartedly. Like the word was never forbidden to me.
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