The next day, curiosity and concern took over. I decided to follow him, my heart pounding with dread. I watched as he slipped into a quiet diner, and through the window, I feared the worst—that he was meeting someone else. But instead, I saw him sitting alone in a corner booth, papers spread across the table and a tiny gold-wrapped box resting beside him.
Gathering my courage, I walked inside. He looked up in shock, tears brimming in his eyes. He confessed he hadn’t been “busy” with another person at all. For weeks, he had been working extra shifts, exhausted and secretive, because he wanted to surprise me. Inside the little box was a bracelet engraved with, “Five years down, forever to go.” He admitted canceling dinner only because he couldn’t afford it after all his effort.
That evening, we went home, lit candles, and shared takeout on the living room floor. It wasn’t the fancy anniversary I had planned, but it was perfect in its own way. I realized then that true love isn’t about flawless moments—it’s about forgiveness, understanding, and choosing each other again, every single day.
