“But I . . . I blamed you. I forgot . . . I forgot everything.” My chest tightens, and the all too familiar heavy ball of anxiety starts to grow in my chest. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any better words to give you.” “Baby, I don’t care about your words. Give me you, and I’m good.” He plays with the rings I haven’t taken off since he put them on my finger. “Marry me, Madeline Kingston.” I wipe my face and run my hand over his heart. “I just told you I remember marrying you, E.” “Do it again. Do it the way we should have done it the first time. In front of our families. Our friends. You in a
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