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The years blurred together after that, mostly good ones.
Instead, he pulled out two tickets to my favorite musical.
“I was saving these for your birthday,” he said quietly. “I’ve been working overtime to afford them. I never meant to make you think I’d betray you.”
We weren’t dramatic or flashy. We were the couple with color-coded schedules on the refrigerator and a shared digital calendar. We ordered the same coffee for two decades straight.