Our Place.

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I park on the street, slam my door, lock the car and call for Charlotte. The moment I start my short hike up to The Top of the World, I am again overwhelmed with memories. The Top of the World was always mine and Gage's place. Probably, because whenever I was there I literally felt on top of the world. Twenty years ago we shared our first kiss here. Twenty years ago he asked me out here.  Fifteen years ago he proposed here. And now, as I make the last turn to fully stand on Top of the World, I see my husband standing tall in his dress blues, with a big smile on his face.

The Top of the World.Όπου ζουν οι ιστορίες. Ανακάλυψε τώρα