When Kevin proposed to me, I thought my life was finally settling into the fairytale I had always imagined. We’d been together for nearly five years, and though we had our share of ups and downs,
I believed we were steady, strong, and building toward something lasting. I remember the night he slipped the ring onto my finger: we were at a small Italian restaurant, tucked away in the corner booth.
He ordered champagne, which felt unusual for him, and when the glasses clinked, he pulled out the ring with shaky hands. I cried, laughed, and hugged him so tight I nearly knocked the ring out of his fingers. For months afterward, I floated through life with the giddy certainty that I had chosen the right man.
