He cared too much for her to stop her from pursuing her goal. Neither was he able to let go of the fact that maybe she was wanting it to end. He was a mess. Over the next few weeks, he went from denial to depression to anger. All while not trying to act like he was a wreck. Because thats what guys do.
It was the eve of 12 February.He dreamt about her and some Ronaldo look alike going to a bull fight together and cheering for the bull while he was the matador. He woke up with a sweat at 5 in the morning and had a moral epiphany. He was going to propose to her even if it meant a life long of heart break if she ever did say "no".
They were going to meet at the airport for the send off. He kept the ring inside the prettiest purple case, in his coat pocket. It was raining.She said her good bye's to family and friends while was a silent spectator at some distance.
The call for boarding was announced and she was walking up to the restricted entry point where he was standing. They hugged. She seemed unusually happy for someone leaving her boyfriend for 3 years. He looked into her eyes. ' She is pursuing her dream while I am watching mine standing in front of me and not being able to do anything about it. I am pathetic!'.
He decided not to go through with the proposal. He said his good byes once last time and turned around to leave.
He felt the people in front of him smile. Wrought with grief and slightly confused, he turned back facing the entry point.
She was kneeling with a ring in her hand. " I knew I was the one who had to do it".
He accepted.
