The Lady Next Door

azel eyes that seemed to dance with kindness. Her name was Emily, and she had moved in next door with her family a few months ago. At first, I had barely noticed her, but as the days tu

r intelligence and her compassion, and before I knew it, I had fallen deeply in love with the girl next door. As the seasons passed, our love continued to grow. We'd take long walks through the neighborhood, hand in hand, and talk about our dreams and aspirations. Emily was my rock, my confidante, my best friend. One day, as we sat on my porch, watching the sunset, I turned to Emily and asked her to be my wife. Tea