As I sat there, holding Alexander's hand and looking into his eyes, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. It was as if I had finally found what I had been searching for, what I had been missing.
Alexander's eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the sincerity and vulnerability there. He had shared his secret with me, and I had accepted him for who he was.
In that moment, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Alexander. I wanted to help him heal, to support him, and to love him.
"Alexander," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be with you. I want to help you heal, to support you, and to love you."
Alexander's eyes lit up with hope and joy, and he smiled. "Sofia, I want that too," he said. "I want to be with you, to love you, and to spend the rest of my life with you."
As we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I knew that we had found something special. We had found a love that was strong, true, and pure.
Over the next few weeks, Alexander and I spent all our time together. We went on dates, took long walks, and just enjoyed each other's company.
As we spent more time together, I could see the change in Alexander. He was happier, more confident, and more at peace. He was healing, and I was proud of him.
One day, as we were walking through the park, Alexander turned to me and said, "Sofia, I have something important to tell you."
I looked at him curiously, wondering what it could be. "What is it?" I asked.
Alexander took a deep breath and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to marry you, Sofia."
I was taken aback, but I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy and excitement. I had been hoping that Alexander would propose to me, and now that he had, I couldn't wait to say yes.
"Alexander, yes," I said, tears of joy streaming down my face. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you too."
Alexander smiled and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. "I love you, Sofia," he said. "I always have, and I always will."
As we stood there, holding each other and looking into each other's eyes, I knew that we had found our happily ever after. We had found a love that was strong, true, and pure, and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
Over the next few months, Alexander and I planned our wedding. We decided on a beautiful outdoor ceremony, with a reception to follow. We chose a date, sent out invitations, and made all the necessary arrangements.
As the big day approached, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I was marrying the man of my dreams, and I couldn't wait to start our new life together.
Finally, the day of the wedding arrived. I woke up early, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning. I got dressed, had my hair and makeup done, and made my way to the ceremony.
As I walked down the aisle, I saw Alexander standing at the altar, looking handsome and happy. He smiled at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
The ceremony was beautiful, with personalized vows and a special song. Alexander and I exchanged rings, and we shared a kiss as husband and wife.
As we walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, I felt a sense of joy and contentment. I had found my soulmate, and I was spending the rest of my life with him.
The reception was a blast, with great food, music, and company. Alexander and I danced our first dance as husband and wife, and it was like we were floating on air.
As the night came to a close, Alexander and I made our way to our honeymoon suite. We were exhausted but happy, and we couldn't wait to start our new life together.
As we lay in bed, holding each other and looking into each other's eyes, I knew that I had found my happily ever after. I had found a love that was strong, true, and pure, and I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.
"I love you, Alexander," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I love you too, Sofia," Alexander replied, smiling. "Forever and always."
And as we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would last a lifetime.