In his pocket was a box laced in black velvet.
There was no point in doing it now; he knew it was over the moment she walked in and took her pictures off the wall. He had planned on giving her the diamond his grandmother wore for her own commitment, and he had planned on doing it that night. Yet he walked out, yet he-
There was no point in blaming anyone. It was over. Whether or not the relationship was salvageable, he didn't know. All he knew was that he loved the woman that stood in the doorway of his apartment now, the one with red cheeks and tired eyes. All he knew was that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman. All he knew was that he never wanted her to walk out of the door, but he knew he'd never have to words to say that.
