Bright Midnight
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I’m going to marry Anders.
“Oh my god,” I cry out, tears starting to fall down my cheeks, warm against my chilled skin. It’s all hitting me now. I’m fucking engaged!
Anders is laughing, his eyes wet, and then he’s pulling me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. “I love you,” he whispers, kissing my neck, my ear. “Tusen takk for saying yes.”
“Vær så god,” I tell him, saying you’re welcome in Norwegian.
Then I pull back and let out an excited squeal, my happiness bowling me over, making me want to run around and yell at the sky with joy. I’m bright and shining too.
Engaged.
We’re getting married.
We’re getting married!
Anders grins at me, then cups my face in his large hands and gazes down at me with so much love, love that sinks right into my heart, making me his for life.
And in his eyes I see my past, present, and future.
I’m with him all the way.
THE END