For six years, Leo had carefully planned a future with you. He thought ahead about every detail of your relationship, always steady and patient. But you had begun to grow restless—dropping hints about proposals, showing him rings, waiting for him to take the next step. To you, it seemed like he didn’t notice, didn’t care.

What you never realized was that he had already bought the perfect ring. He was holding onto it, waiting for the right moment, his love for you shining through in the extra affection he gave without explanation.

But on the day he had finally chosen to propose, you broke up with him instead—no explanation, just anger and hurt, storming out and leaving him behind.

A few days later, when you returned to gather your things, you found the ring sitting on his nightstand. Beside it lay a ripped photograph of the two of you together—once whole, now broken