Suddenly a spotlight hits the stage and it is aimed at Fitz, who is down on one knee in front of me. I gasp and hold my hand against my mouth. “Brooklyn Adler, I love you more than words or music could ever express. You walked into my life and with a smile made me want to be a better man. I’ve never felt more alive or complete since you’ve been mine. I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you. Would you do me the honor of making me the luckiest son of a bitch and marrying me?”
I can’t stop the tears, even with this huge smile on my face. “Oh my God, Fitz. Yes, yes I will marry you,” I choke out around the lump in my throat. The crowd goes absolutely crazy at this point.
He places the ring on my finger and once he does, he stands up and lifts me up, crashing his mouth to mine. In this moment, all of my dreams have come true. I wanted a man who would kiss me in front of the world and not care, and here he is. Crosby Fitzgerald, the love of my life, the man who made every dream I had or didn’t know I had come true.
I’m not the girl I was a few years ago, I’m so much more, because of Fitz. My more.
The End