The pain inside me becomes a sick and fiery gnawing, and I feel sick to my stomach. He chose a ring for someone else. He’s going to ask someone else to marry him. And the worst part is, I’ve pushed him away time and time again, so why am I surprised? Why would someone like him, someone charming, handsome, charismatic, funny, bossy, and kind, stay single? I may have feelings for him—feelings I don’t want to acknowledge—but I have no claim over him. And maybe I never did.
