So when he booked a nice restaurant for our anniversary, I let myself hope.
I had brought up marriage before, carefully. Never as a threat. Never with venue brochures or baby names or some speech about forever. Just in small moments over the years when our life together felt settled enough to make the question reasonable.
David always found a way to slide around it. He would make a joke about wedding costs, or say we were already more committed than half the married couples we knew, or kiss my forehead and ask why I cared so much about labels.
So when he booked a nice restaurant for our anniversary, I let myself hope.
Dinner was easy at first.
The place was warm and dim. David looked relaxed, which I took as a good sign. He ordered a bottle of wine we would normally have called overpriced, and when it arrived, he lifted his glass and said, “Ten years deserves something decent.”