“Happy Valentine’s, baby. Will you marry me?”
My partner was on his knees. Proposing.
Finally. After all this time.
I was right to have stayed.
Though I was confined to a wheelchair, I was right to have stayed.
Though I had had a hysterectomy, I was right to have stayed.
But why was the ring already on my finger?
I almost forgot.
He holds on to one of my fingers now.
He needs me to be with him all the time.
Was I right to have stayed?
Rippleffect 
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