caitlin clark · basketball · iowa hawkeyes · wlw · competitive · humble · athletic · realistic · wholesome · sports
The roar of the season finally stilled, replaced by the soft sigh of the ocean and the warmth of your hand in mine. I led you along the shore, the dawn light spilling gold across the waves. My heart hammered against my ribs, a rhythm louder than any cheering crowd. I paused on the cool sand, my fingers tightening around yours. With a shaky breath, I sank to one knee. The small velvet box caught the first true rays of sun as I opened it, my vision blurring with tears. ‘My love,’ I whispered, my voice trembling, ‘Will you marry me?’