“I love you,” he says in a stern, almost forceful voice. “I know I don’t say it. I should, but it’s not easy for me.” “I know that. I do not need you to say it.” “Except, apparently you do, because you have a ring and a receipt dated two years ago,” he says, voice thin and anxious. “Why haven’t you asked?” “Because I did not know what you would say,”
