I was in Central Park, New York City- my favorite place in the world. It was a beautiful spring Sunday afternoon with not a cloud in the sky. The breeze was blowing through the fully bloomed trees, and grass, flowers, and greenery all around me.
I was standing near a pond and next to what is now my favorite bridge in the park, watching the ducks swim, with the love of my life.
I was calm, content, and grateful for such a beautiful day.
Then, suddenly, my best friend, my soul mate... He turned to face me and slowly got down on one knee. Before my heart could catch up with my head to figure out what was going on, he pulled out of his pocket a small, black box.
My hands flew to my mouth as my jaw dropped in shock and I couldn't breathe.
"Taylor Worthey," he said, tears filling his big, brown eyes, "Will you marry me?"
The whole world had gone quiet and all that was real was me and him.
Tears filled my eyes and I believe my exact words in response were, "Yes! Oh my God! Yes! Yes!"
I pulled the ring from the box and shoved it on my finger without even looking at it.
I grabbed my fiancé's face and he stood up, wrapping his arms around me and smiling. We kissed, and laughed, and cried, and kissed some more.
He scolded me for not even looking at the ring and when I finally did I realized it was perfect. Exactly what I had always imagined it would be. Just as was this monumental moment.
The best person I know, the best thing that has ever happened to me... And he asked me to be his, forever.
We lied in the grass together in Central Park for nearly an hour, soaking in our engagement and daydreaming about all that is now to come.
All I can do now is smile, and thank God, and stare- incessantly- at my left hand.
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