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“I love you more,” I respond, leaning in to kiss him again.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Are we about to have our first fight as an engaged couple?” he asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

I laugh before pressing another kiss to his lips. This man is mine. My fiancé.

If you had told me a year ago, when I left this condo sad and afraid to open up to anyone ever again, that I’d be back a year later, engaged to the man I swore I’d never see again, I would’ve laughed in your face.

But life has a funny way of working out.

He got brought back into my life and I’m so grateful he did.

He’s my forever.