“Edith,
I always meant to tell you about this ring, but I never found the right moment.
I kept it all these years because the war showed me how quickly love can slip away. It was never because you weren’t enough. It was never about holding someone else.
If anything, it made me love you harder, every ordinary day.
If there’s one thing I hope you hold onto, it’s that you were always my safe return.
Yours, always
W.”
“The war showed me how quickly love can slip away.”
My eyes stung. For a moment, I was angry he had never shown me that part of himself. Then I heard his voice in the words, plain and certain, and my anger softened around the edges.
