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Apr 17, 2011 20:26

Corey basically just reproposed to me in the car.

We'd gone out to dinner, and on the way home my mood sort of . . . dipped, and I was just feeling down, and of course he could tell. (He reads my moods better than people I've known my whole life). When we parked at my place, he took my engagement ring off. (Sidenote, but the song Please Don't Go was on the radio). He said my full name (Jessica Michelle Giffin, which somehow always sounds beautiful when he says it). He told me that he loved me, and that he will always try to be the best man possible for me, and that he will never let me fight the battle with depression and anxiety by myself. Then he asked me (about word for word) if I would do him the honor of spending the rest of my life with him, and put my ring back on my finger.

There's no reason for this post except that I never want to forget that moment.
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