Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

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story. Much love, guys. Today's first story comes from a throwaway account from the

off my chest subreddit and says, tomorrow my boyfriend is going to ask me to marry him, and I'm going

to say no. I feel like if I don't tell someone, even strangers, I'll explode. The ache in my heart

is only getting worse, and I don't know what

I can do to change how I feel. If I had one wish right now, it would be to somehow magically

change how I feel. A week ago, I found the ring. I think it was a week ago. He knew exactly

what ring to buy. A girl can't ask for a more beautiful ring. It's been in his family for years.

He also got a backup ring. I also know he asked my dad's permission and that my dad gave it to him

despite both of us being young. Well, young-ish. My family has always loved him so, so much. I think

they feel equally awful after tomorrow. I wish

I didn't find the ring. Maybe if I didn't have time to think about it, I would have said yes,

but that's not fair to either of us. I'll miss him, I'll miss his scent, his hugs, his laugh.

The way he doesn't make me feel dumb when I tell him I don't know something,

he'll just explain it to me, no judgment. I'll miss the chemistry we have, how even after years

of being together, we still want each other just as much. I won't miss the jealousy, the possessiveness

and the way he feels like he owns me.

When we first got together, I thought I could live with his flaws.

After all, I wasn't perfect too, but when I saw that ring, I knew I couldn't.

I want to be able to have friends, even if they are of the opposite gender.

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