He finally lowered himself onto one knee.
“Nadya, I still want to spend my life with you. I still want to wake up beside you when we’re old, laugh with you when life is good, and stand beside you when it isn’t. I want a marriage built on love, but also on honesty, patience, and trust.”
He held out the ring.
“Will you marry me?”
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
This time, I wasn’t crying because the moment was perfectly romantic.
I was crying because I understood what the moment meant.
I had seen the man I loved make a painful mistake. I had felt the fear of losing him, and I had learned that love could not prevent every misunderstanding.
But I had also seen him take responsibility, listen to my feelings, and make an effort to change.
I held out my hand.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll marry you.”
