I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

not fully crying, but close.

I kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry our anniversary turned into this.”

She looked up at me.

“It didn’t.”

“What do you mean?”

“It turned into you believing me before anyone else did.”

That stopped me.

Because the dinner had been bad. The waiter had been rude. The manager had been wrong. But Ava was right. The part that mattered most continue reading …