The Longing Too Late
By the tenth engagement party, Samantha Moore stood me up again.
I called her to ask what happened. What I didn't realize was that my phone was still connected to the banquet hall speakers.
A second later, the entire room went dead silent.
Soft, breathless moans spilled through the sound system.
Then Samantha's voice came on, shaky and uneven. "Caleb... my department planned a team hike today. We're almost at the top. About the engagement party... let's just do it another time. I have to go."
She hung up.
For a moment, nobody moved. Then the room erupted into chaos.
Gasps, whispers, and a few harsh laughs filled the banquet hall. Some people did not even bother hiding their amusement. Even the servers were glancing at me as if I were nothing more than a pathetic joke.
I had proposed to Samantha ninety-nine times before she finally said yes, and yet she had never once shown up to our engagement party—not once.
I stood there quietly, took the engagement ring from my pocket, and dropped it into the fish tank beside the stage.
After seven years of waiting, forgiving, and making excuses for her, I finally understood the truth.
I had mistaken my patience for love, and she had mistaken my love for permission to hurt me.
I used to believe that if I loved her enough, she would eventually choose me. Instead, every time I lowered myself for her, she only pushed the line further.
This was the tenth time she had humiliated me in front of everyone, and it would be the last.
From that day on, she was no longer part of my future.