He reached into the box again.
This time, he pulled out an old train ticket.
“This is the ticket I was supposed to use.”
He turned it over.
It had never been stamped.
“After speaking to your father, I went home. I sat on the edge of my bed all night thinking. The next morning, I went to the station.”
My heart began racing again.
“And?”
“I stood there watching that train and realized I didn’t want to get on it.”
He looked directly at me.
“Not because of your father. Not because I felt sorry for you. I imagined my life without you, and for the first time I understood that it wasn’t the life I wanted.”
His eyes filled with tears.
“I went back home. Three days later, I bought a ring.”
I covered my mouth with my hand.
George continued.
“Your father didn’t make me marry you. He simply made me understand in time what I had been too afraid to admit to myself.”
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