She held me close through the night, voice breaking. “Those years I slept only three hours a day, scared I couldn’t keep pace with you, scared you’d notice I had to save a whole week just to buy you a coffee.”
Until the day she met my family, when she saw my father in the living room, she understood that the Foster in Keagan Foster was that Foster.
Later, Rosalie told me that at that instant her head held only one thought. “So the finish line I chased my whole life, couldn’t even reach your starting line.”
After learning my family roots, Rosalie became known for pushing herself too hard.
She fought for deals and projects without rest, burned down her health, and forced her way into the highest circles of Nashville.
Then she laid out a rose manor with 99,999 gold roses and asked me to marry her.
What did she say at that time?
She said her purpose in living was to become someone good enough for me.
As the anesthesia slowly wore off, a light ache rose from my chest.
The love Rosalie gave me was vast and shining.
Pity, brief.
Promises shine brightest only when they are spoken.
The forever we promised did not last past seven years. “Young sir?”