With another day afoot, I look at the calendar and find the day.

The day brings forth a memory, one I’ll cherish till eternity.

The day, July 6th, our anniversary of your proposal and my acceptance.

The day, two years ago in ninety-seven you asked me to wed with you.

We sat together before we worked and you thrust that ring into my hand.

Your eyes were soft but a bit disappointed, for I had guessed this to be.

For, a friend had taunted me with information they knew I knew not,

My first guess of our pregnancy was wrong, but my second was right.

I often wondered what made you choose me, why I was so special,

why you wanted me to share in your life, I though myself blessed.

God brought me to you and was caring enough to give us love.

Your words that night though not impressive still made my heart flutter.

Ideas of sharing my life with you made me ecstatic, joyful, and humbled.

I remember your disappointment for this not being a surprise,

but still I felt that this was our next step together as lovers, as friends.

You handed to me a hope for the future, a will to live.

That wonderful ring you passed to me is worth more than anything.

I cannot sell it or loose it, it represents more than just a word.

To me it was the day you gained my trust, my heart, my true love.

I have never stopped loving you nor will I ever.

You were more than just a lover, you were my best friend.

The pain of not having you by my side,

has taking a lot of energy away from me.

I wince at the thought of ever loving another.

Although things have not worked out and we haven’t spoken for months,

I alone bear the burden of this broken heart.

For if I hadn’t been so worried of being inferior, then,

Just then, I might have not lost you.