Inside wasn’t a ring.
It was a note.
Simple. Clean. Direct.
“Good luck waiting for the right moment with another woman.”
I watched the words sink into him, watched the way his shoulders slumped as if the message had weight.
A slow, deliberate smile curled at the edges of my lips.
I rose to my feet, smoothing the fabric of my dress as I picked up my purse.
Ryan just sat there. Silent. Staring.
The violinist continued playing, the melody unfazed.
The clinking of silverware had stopped. The audience? Speechless.
I leaned down, my voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m done waiting.”
Then, without looking back, I walked out.
The air outside was crisp, fresh, free.
I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the cool night breeze brush against my skin.
The faint hum of the city wrapped around me—cars passing in the distance, muffled laughter from a nearby bar, the rhythmic tapping of someone’s heels against the pavement.
It all felt different now, sharper somehow, like I was truly hearing it for the first time.
I took a slow breath, inhaling the scent of possibility. No more waiting. No more hoping that one day he’d decide I was worth the commitment.
I was done.
My phone buzzed in my purse, pulling me from the moment.
I pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
Lisa.
Did you actually do it?
A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I typed back.
Oh, I did it. And it was beautiful.
I slipped my phone back into my purse, my fingers brushing against the smooth leather. As I looked up at the night sky, I realized something.
Ryan could keep waiting for his perfect moment.
I had just created mine.
Source: amomama
