at the age of twenty-two

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At first, it was very awkward when they were together, but after two weeks they were talking like they had never stopped.

And this time there was a bonus: they would sneak little kisses inbetween their conversations. All their friends would do the fake-throwup thing, but they kept going.

For two months it was just fun, but then they started asking eachother questions about their future. Would they still be together after a few months? Or years? Would they want to spend the rest of their lifes together, aka marry?

One beautiful sunny day, he asked her on a date. Picknicking in the forest. They had a weird discussion about ducks when he suddenly stood up, pulling her up with him.

He sunk to one knee and started a story. This is what he told her: "Dear Emily. From the beginning I knew you were special. I mean, everyone knew you were special but they didn't care. I cared. I've always cared for you and I always will. Until the age of fourteen, I just saw you as a friend, a very good one. But when we were fifteen, I realised something. I didn't just care for you.
I loved you and I still do.
Emily, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I would die if I couldn't.

So, I'm asking you.

Will you marry me?"

He looked hopefully at her and with tears in her eyes she said yes.

He got the prettiest ring in the whole world for her and she was dying of happiness.
She couldn't hold herself in anymore and she kissed him until they were panting for breath.

All was well.
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See what I did there? *winkwink*

No? Well... Okay....... I'm weird sorry!
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