It was simple, really. Dean had left. He was gone, but somehow, there was still a hint of denial in your heart. You wanted to believe he was coming back.

Everyone assumed he wasn't coming back. He'd been gone for almost three years, and there was barely any hope he'd return. You, however, were yearning for the day you'd get to hold him in your arms again. It was your last two birthday wishes, and it would be this one, too.

You were ready to blow out your candles, your wish in mind, until...Dean walked through the door. With another woman on his arm—like the five and a half years of your relationship meant nothing to him. You were so upset—torn apart—you barely noticed the rings. He'd left, and gotten married.