Seven Years of Misguided Love，One Goodbye

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party.

But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian:

"You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy."

He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him.

I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left.

Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back.