After seven years together, I thought I knew the man sitting across from me.
By the end of our Valentine’s Day dinner, I realized I didn’t know him nearly as well as I thought.
And it all came down to one question about the bill.
My boyfriend had planned the entire evening himself…. Continue Reading ⬇️
He chose the restaurant, made the reservation and told me to dress nicely because he wanted the night to be “special.”
That word stayed with me.
Special.
After seven years together, it was difficult not to wonder whether it meant something more.
We had talked about marriage before. Not constantly, and never with a firm timeline, but enough that I knew we both supposedly saw it somewhere in our future.
So when Valentine’s Day arrived and he suddenly became unusually secretive about our plans, my mind naturally started wandering.
I tried not to get ahead of myself.
