The campus buzzed with the energy of a new semester, but for me and Eric, each day seemed brighter and more meaningful than the last. We walked hand in hand across the quad, sharing stolen glances and secret smiles that spoke volumes of our newfound happiness.
As we settled into a routine of classes and study sessions together, Eric marveled at how natural it felt to have me by his side. He brought a sense of joy and lightness to my days, hislaughter echoing through the corridors of their shared academic pursuits.
We would often found ourselves in the favorite corner of the library, parks, and more. But amidst the academic rigor, there were stolen moments of affection-a touch of hands under the table, a quick kiss pressed to my temple when I solved a particularly tricky problem.
Eric admired my dedication and my passion for the chosen field evident in every conversation we had. For me, Eric was a constant source of support and encouragement. He attended during my presentations and cheered me on during debate. I found herself falling more deeply in love with him each day, marveling at his kindness, intelligence, and the gentle strength he possessed.
On weekends, we explored the city together, discovering new places where we could get a break from the bustle of campus life. Eric cherished these outings, relishing the opportunity to see my eyes light up with excitement as they explored new places hand in hand.
One crisp autumn afternoon, when we sat beneath a canopy of colorful leaves in the campus park, Eric turned to me with a serious expression on his face. He took my hands in his, his gaze unwavering.
"Hazel," he began, his voice tinged with emotion. "I want you to know that you've changed my life in ways I never imagined possible. Being with you has shown me what it means to truly love someone, to be loved in return."
My heart swelled with love as I looked into Eric's eyes, which own filled with tears of happiness. I squeezed his hands gently, silently urging him to continue.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," Eric continued, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "Will you marry me, Hazel?"
Tears spilled down my cheeks as she nodded, unable to find words to express the overwhelming joy and love I felt in that moment. Eric's smile was radiant as he slipped a delicate ring onto my finger, sealing their promise with a symbol of their commitment.
"Yes," I finally whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Eric, I will marry you."
In the embrace that followed, amidst the cheers and applause of nearby people who had witnessed their heartfelt declaration, we both know that our journey together was just beginning-a journey filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.
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The Time Weaver
RomantikHazel was in a dilemma, depression-whatever you want to call it. When she learned something devastating about her boyfriend, she didn't know how to endure the pain. That's when she decided to end her life, hoping for an afterlife. But her fate was n...
