To tell me everything was going to be alright. That we would figure everything out.
And when whomever it was placed their hand on my shoulder, everything in the world felt wrong.
Shrugging my shoulder with my head hanging low, I said in a broken whisper, “Whoever you are, please take your hand off my shoulder.”
And what I didn’t know was that just as everything in the world felt wrong, when he stepped into the room, everything felt right.
Everything felt fixable.
That nothing was too high.
And that’s when I knew.
If Gage ever proposed, I was going to say yes. And after ten years, and he hasn’t proposed, then I was doing it.