My husband skipped our 15th anniversary dinner to watch soccer with his friends. When …

to you.

I stood there, holding the card, feeling the ache of what had happened and the hope of what might still be possible.

Austin came around the table and held out my wedding ring again.

This time, he didn’t say, “Put it back on.”

He said, “Would you choose me again, if I keep choosing you properly?”

I looked at the man in front of me.

Not perfect.

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