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The Night I Thought He’d Propose… He Played a Joke Instead—So I Gave Him One Back
For three years, I loved Ryan with everything I had.
I didn’t love him casually. I loved him with intention. With patience. With the quiet belief that we were building toward something permanent. I supported his goals, stood beside him through setbacks, and imagined a future where our lives finally merged into one.
So when our anniversary arrived and he told me he’d made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants downtown—and hinted at a “surprise”—I didn’t hesitate to assume what it meant.
This was it.
I curled my hair carefully. Got my nails done. Slipped into the emerald green dress he once said made my eyes “shine like spring.” I checked my reflection twice before leaving.
I was ready for a ring.
What I got instead was a wake-up call.
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