Our Days of Constant Romance
My boyfriend, Gabriel, was a romance junkie.
For ten years, we chased the ultimate high, skydiving from thousands of feet, diving into the deepest oceans.
We lived fast and hard.
Until I got pregnant.
Gabriel held me tight, eyes gleaming.
"Let’s climb Mount Denali. I’ll propose to you at the top of the continent."
I hesitated.
The doctor said my chances of conceiving were near zero.
This baby couldn't survive that kind of strain.
Gabriel didn't argue. He just slipped the ring onto my finger and walked out.
Seven days later, I saw his post on Instagram.
It was a photo of him at the snowy peak, down on one knee before another woman.
My best friend, Tiana, commented underneath,