Micah POV

She wouldn’t care if I proposed to her with an expensive diamond or something I picked up. That’s not who she was. She’d care more about the moment, the meaning behind it. That’s why the ring felt right—it wasn’t just beautiful, it had a history. A story. And I wanted that story to continue with us.

I’d kept it tucked away for weeks now, hidden in the back of my dresser behind a stack of old sweatshirts I never wore. Every time I opened that drawer, I felt its weight, tiny but impossible to ignore. Like it was waiting for me to stop second-guessing and just do it....