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cream, and all things sweet and delicious. "Logan," I declared, "it's
beautiful. But if I eat that, I'll be three hundred pounds in an hour.
Then will you still love me?"

"Heaven" - his voice grew low and raspy - "my love for you is greater
than youth and beauty. But this sundae isn't for eating. - I wanted to
build you the most beautiful, sweetest castle you had ever seen. I know
I can't compete with the riches of the Tattertons and the grand mansion
Farthinggale. But that mansion is made of cold gray stone, and my love
for you is as warm as the first day of spring. My love will build a
castle around you, a gastie no stone mansion can compete with. Heaven"
- he got down on his knees in front of the astonished stares of all the
customers in the drugstore - "Heaven, will you be my wife?"

I looked deep into his eyes and saw the love and sweetness there. I
knew he would do everything he could to make me so very happy. What was
the passion I longed for - the passion that had been stolen from me with
Troy's death - when compared to a lifetime of gentle love, caring, and
undying commitment? "Yes," I said, the tears already welling in my
eyes. "Yes, Logan, yes, I will be your wife."

Suddenly applause broke out around us, as all the customers beamed their
happy smiles on us, the newly engaged. Logan turned beet red and
dropped my hand, just as I was about to embrace him.

"Here, Heaven," he said, popping a cherry into my mouth, trying to cover
his embarrassment at the public spectacle we were making. Then he
pecked me on the cheek. "I love you forever," he whispered.

So a love born years ago, like a slowly blossoming flower, finally
opened completely. I felt brighter and fresher than I ever had before.
I had come full circle, erasing the pain of the past, as I traveled the
paths now that I had traveled as a child, only now I was clearing my own
path, rather than treading one that had been marked for me. now I could
make my own fate, as the forest makes its natural trails built on the
most solid ground, the firmest earth. It was as if I'd suddenly reached
one of those magical clearings in the forest, and I knew enough to build
my home there.

now my childhood sweetheart was to be my lifelong sweetheart. Dreams
did indeed come true and I knew that things we often think are too good
and too precious to be part of the real world really could be part of
the real world. I was filled with hope and happiness again. I was a
young girl again, willing to believe, to be vulnerable, to open myself
to someone and risk my fragile heart. In this clearing, where the sun
was strong and nurturing, Logan and I would be like the sturdy saplings,
growing stronger and stronger until we became mighty oak trees that
could withstand any bitter storm of winter.

I spent the next few weeks planning the wedding. This wedding would be