Perfectly Out of the Blue: Forever, My Love
“I didn't know that this day would come, my best friend, my forever.”
~ Zoë Kaià
In the final years of their lives, Paris remained their touchstone, a place that held all the laughter, love, and quiet moments they had shared. Even as they grew older, their love only deepened, becoming the steady rhythm of their days, woven into their every step and shared glance.
*THE PROPOSAL*
Years earlier, on a crisp autumn evening, the streets of Paris were alive with the golden hues of falling leaves and the distant laughter of children playing in the parks. Under the radiant Eiffel Tower, bathed in the soft glow of sunset, Alex had felt a surge of nerves and excitement. The tower stood like a sentinel, a silent witness to countless love stories, but this one was his.
With a small picnic spread out on a blanket, they had enjoyed cheese and baguettes, laughter mingling with the sounds of the city. As twilight approached, Alex took a deep breath, his heart racing. He had spent weeks planning this moment, wanting it to be perfect. He reached for the small velvet box hidden in his pocket, feeling the coolness of the metal against his skin.
“Luna,” he began, his voice barely rising above the soft breeze. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with the last light of day. “There’s...
~ Zoë Kaià
In the final years of their lives, Paris remained their touchstone, a place that held all the laughter, love, and quiet moments they had shared. Even as they grew older, their love only deepened, becoming the steady rhythm of their days, woven into their every step and shared glance.
*THE PROPOSAL*
Years earlier, on a crisp autumn evening, the streets of Paris were alive with the golden hues of falling leaves and the distant laughter of children playing in the parks. Under the radiant Eiffel Tower, bathed in the soft glow of sunset, Alex had felt a surge of nerves and excitement. The tower stood like a sentinel, a silent witness to countless love stories, but this one was his.
With a small picnic spread out on a blanket, they had enjoyed cheese and baguettes, laughter mingling with the sounds of the city. As twilight approached, Alex took a deep breath, his heart racing. He had spent weeks planning this moment, wanting it to be perfect. He reached for the small velvet box hidden in his pocket, feeling the coolness of the metal against his skin.
“Luna,” he began, his voice barely rising above the soft breeze. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with the last light of day. “There’s...