No Second Chances Left
How much did my wife once love me?
The year we graduated from college, she spent two whole years trying to convince me to marry her.
She proposed three times.
The first time, I said no.
The second time, I said no again.
It wasn't until the third time that she gathered all our closest family and friends, then got down on one knee in front of everyone.
She looked at me with a determination that left no room for hesitation.
In the end, she won me over.
On our wedding day, I gave her a small wooden box.
Inside were exactly one hundred black metal tokens, neatly arranged in rows.
I gave them a name.
Second Chances.
Whenever either of us did something that hurt our marriage or broke a promise, we