I look at my hand and I can’t stop smiling. “This is a beautiful ring,” I say. “It’s a family heirloom. My mother gave it to me when I turned 21 and told me that I should give it to the woman I love. She would’ve been so happy I ended up giving it to you.” He says. “Do you think she would’ve liked me?” I ask. I really would’ve loved to meet her.
“I told her about you, and she convinced me to ask you out. She also helped me nurse my broken heart when I failed miserably.” He says chuckling. “She must’ve hated me then.” I say frowning. “No, she blamed me, and she was right. I was the only one responsible for my broken heart. I should’ve told you how I felt earlier,” he says.
“Maybe things were meant to happen this way. Maybe we were meant to meet each other later in life. When we have both
