The Old Years Were a Dream, Love Never Returned

The day Luther Sanchez and I were supposed to get engaged, the man who was never late didn't show up all day. His secretary made it official on her social media feed. "Thank you, Mr. Sanchez, for the Valentine's ring. I love it." In the photo, a man and a woman wore matching rings, their fingers laced together, and the cuff peeking out was still smudged with the purple berry cake topping I'd made that morning. I quietly liked it and left a comment. "That's nice. You suit him well."