Frederick & Jazmin
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We’d been driving for hours through winding mountain roads, chasing a view we’d only seen in photos. When we finally stepped out of the car, the air hit us — crisp, sharp, and so clean it almost hurt to breathe. The lake was this unreal shade of turquoise, framed by snow-covered peaks that made everything feel still.
We walked down to the edge, boots crunching in the snow, and just stood there for a while, taking it in. I had my hands buried in my pockets when he reached over, pulled one out, and held it tight.
“I’ve been waiting for the right place,” he said. And then he showed me the ring.
It wasn’t a big production — no crowd, no music, just the sound of the wind and the water. I said yes, and we laughed because our fingers were so cold we could barely get the ring on.
Now, every time I look at it, I think about that lake, the way the mountains seemed to wrap around us, and how, in that moment, the cold didn’t matter at all.
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Frederick’s pick for Jazmin
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