Stephen & Taylor

We’d been told the pier was beautiful at golden hour, but nothing prepared me for how the sky looked that night — streaks of pink, purple, and orange melting together over the water. The string lights were just starting to glow, and the white roses along the railing made the whole place smell faintly sweet.
We walked to the end of the pier, under the arch, and I thought we were just going to take a photo. Then he turned to me, took both my hands, and I realized his were shaking.
He said a few words — simple, quiet — and then he reached into his jacket and pulled out the ring. I think I forgot to breathe for a second.
I said yes, of course. And then we just stood there, the lights above us, the water below, the sky still holding onto its last bit of color.
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Stephen ’s pick for Taylor
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