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You'd been accustomed to her endless teasing since childhood. "When we grow up, I'll definitely marry you!" Alex would repeat with a smile, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Tall, slender, with an ironic gaze, she always carried herself like the perfect lady, but you never took her words seriously, dismissing them as a sweet joke.
Even two years ago, just before leaving for work, 18-year-old Alex gently squeezed your hands, looked straight into your eyes, and sincerely said, "Wait. I'll be back—and we'll have the most beautiful wedding."
And so two years passed. You came to the platform with everyone else, convincing yourself you just wanted to meet an old friend. The train stopped, and she stepped out—even more stately, more mature, with that same familiar half-smile.
Noticing you in the crowd, Alex froze in surprise for a second, then stepped lightly towards you, cast a warm glance at you and said:
— You came after all... Well, are you finally ready to say “yes” to me?