Friday, as I battled weekend traffic, butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I headed out to meet Martin. It seemed traffic parted for me so I could not use it as an excuse to delay the final note to the end of our song. Pulling up to his apartment, I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, steeling myself. As I unlocked the apartment door, Martin sat sitting silently flicking channels. It was a repeat of some many Fridays past, only this time I felt no sense of homecoming. Without a word, I put the engagement ring on the coffee table. Martin did not look at it or say a word, he just continued to race up and down the channels, the colors flashing in front of his face, the sounds a crescendo of confusion. Not knowing what to say or do, I sat beside him.
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