At first, she asked gently, half teasing, half curious. “Why don’t you wear it?” she’d say, her eyes drifting toward his hand. He would smile that familiar, reassuring smile and reply with the same words every time:
“I lost it long ago. The ring isn’t what matters—it’s us.”
A Marriage Full of Years, Laughter, and Love
Time moved forward, as it always does. Decades slipped by, each one marked not by jewelry or appearances, but by the weight of shared memories.
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