The Kind of Love That Felt Easy
With Ed, everything felt natural.
There were no grand, sweeping gestures—no expensive gifts or dramatic declarations. Instead, he remembered small things.
Like how I loved sunflowers.
Or how I had terrible days every Wednesday because of long meetings.
On those days, he’d show up with a pint of ice cream and jokes so bad they somehow became funny.
He made life lighter.
Simpler.
Safer.
Two years later, standing on a quiet pier as the sun dipped below the horizon, he asked me to marry him.
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