So for those of you who don't know, I was engaged 3 years ago. It was my Senior year of high school. I loved him. I thought he loved me. Thinking back now, maybe he never did actually love me. But he did care, and I guess in the end that's enough. I'm not going to go into details.
Long story short, Evan left. He didn't ask for my ring back, I didn't give it to him.
Since that day 4 years ago when he asked me to be his wife and I consented, I never took the ring off. Even after getting in several different relationships afterward. Some serious; some not. Even after getting engaged again, I kept the ring on. Not because I wanted to remember him. No. Because I wanted to keep the memories. Remember the good times. Remember that things can always change.
Remember that no matter how awful things get, they always get better sooner or later.
But I noticed earlier my ring is gone. I'm heartbroken, to say the least.
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