, a collection of our memories from the past ten years, ending with a clip of him from years ago, drunk and happy, promising he'd marry me in ten yea

e a thick stack of blueprints, demanding a specific aesthetic I knew we couldn't afford. His studio work was killing him, so I told him I' d handle it. I took his designs and poured myself into the project, trying to match his vision on a shoestring budget. To save him money, I wen

x months, but

It felt official, like I was finally the hostess in "Ethan's and my home."

at me. "I've seen the original designer's work. This one, the

elt my face get hot. It was true, I'd bought a knockoff online. There were so many

t. It's normal for he

, which made it easier for Ethan to use without straining his bad back. After that night, the cabinet was pushed into a corner o

college dorm room. I checked my phone again. It was already 1 AM. Ethan still wasn't home. And there was still no reply to my breakup text. It finally

there, hesitating, I saw him. Ethan. He wasn't alone. The streetlights in our complex were dim, making it hard to see,

. It lit up with a new me

don't want to

g thought I had of maybe staying one more night,