“Ask me properly.” I don’t understand at first, but then the pieces start to fall together. The rose petal path. The white dress. She’s giving me a wedding as my Christmas present. Pulling out the ring I had made for her out of my pocket, I slowly sink down to one knee without breaking eye contact. “I’d offer you my heart and my soul, but you’ve had both of those from the moment we met. What more of myself do I have left to give that you don’t already possess?” I sigh wistfully. “I have my last name, if you think it's worthy enough to follow the five letters you’ve carved into my heart.” I
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