One year ago today, I was sick.
I had been debating obsessing considering over leaving my lovely life in NYC and moving back to Miami, quitting my job and going back to school.
I couldn’t go into work that day. I was too ill. Gaius thought an outdoors day would cure me, so I put on a dress and we took the bus to the newest park in Manhattan: the Highline.
We walked. We talked. We laughed. We watched the people walk by and as we sat on the bench and just breathed, he got down on one knee and took a little box out of his vest and asked me to marry him.
A smile burst on my lips and I said yes.