The Best Gift Ever: A Nano-Story
“Christmas was two weeks ago,” I say to the glittery red gift bag he holds out to me.
“It’s Orthodox Christmas,” he says teasingly.
I assume he’s lying until he shows me the calendar in his phone.
“Will I like it?” I ask, skeptical. He’s never been good at gift-giving. I could tell him exactly what I want, where to buy it, and how much it costs, and he would still get me the opposite.
“I think you’ll love it. Really love it.” The left corner of his mouth curls up into a half-grin.
My heart flutters in my chest, and I tear through layers of tissue paper to get to the bottom of the bag, where I find the small velvet box. Could it be? Is he about to ask me what I think he is? The question I’ve been aching to hear with each passing year as our relationship stagnates? Is he finally ready to make that life-long commitment? To death do us part?
He should be! It’s been seven years!
I snatch off the lid, expecting him to drop to one knee as the light reflecting off the two-carat diamond inside temporarily impairs my vision.
Instead, I find a pair of dull stud earrings.
“Do you like it?” he asks slyly.
“The best gift ever,” I say through clenched teeth.
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