Jeffrey didn't waste a moment. He called the photographer that very day. Only then did it dawn on both of them—they had no pictures or video of the proposal, no captured memory of the moment she said "Yes."
"It's such a shame…" Joanne murmured, half-amused, half-regretful. For a generation practically glued to their phones, it was almost absurd that neither of them had thought to record it. A moment so monumental—unpreserved by anything but memory.
"We lived it, truly," Jeffrey said, finding comfort in the rawness of it. In truth, he believed it was fitting. They were never quite like the rest. There was something timeless about them—two old souls who had somehow found each other. No wonder his grandfather adored them both.
Joanne nodded, letting the thought go with a small smile. She didn't need a video. That moment had etched itself into her heart—every word, every breath. She'd carry it with her for the rest of her life.
