A Story of Unrequited Love

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I looked at her across the table, forgetting all about the things we were talking about. I couldn’t help notice and look at her hand, there it was. The diamond ring on her finger glistens with the lights of this coffee shop.

She noticed I was looking at it, so she looked down too. Then she smiled. Right there and then, I knew. I know that I was doing the right thing. Yes, it was right to marry her. It’s going to be next week. This is right, it is right to marry her.

I looked up and smiled back at her. This night would end soon.

As she played with her ring, she said “I love you…”

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