- It was.
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I took out a small box out of my pocket.
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She turned to me.
↓ - Andrew?
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I knelt down.
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“Sofa, I can’t change what I did. But I can choose every day what kind of man I want to be from now on. And if you want to, I’d like to spend my life with you.
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I opened the box.
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Inside was a simple white gold ring with a small stone.
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It wasn’t the most expensive ring I could afford.
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But it was the one that Sofia had admired in a window a few months before.
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Do you want to be my wife?
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Sofia took her hand to her mouth.
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Then he started crying.
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Yes, Andrew.
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I stood up and hugged her.
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And at that moment I understood that the ring, the house or the money didn’t make the promise important.
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It was the fact that we were both there because we had chosen to be.
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We got married in a small ceremony in the garden of Grandma’s house.
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Sofia wore a simple, white dress, and in her hair she had a few flowers picked right from the garden. My parents came and, for the first time, my mother embraced her without looking at her from above.
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“Sofa,” he said, “I’m sorry for the way I judged you. I didn’t really know you and I made unjust assumptions.
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Sofia looked at her for a few seconds.
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Thank you for telling me that.
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Dad came beside us too.
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“Andrew is lucky to give him another chance.
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Sofia smiled.
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We both had to learn.
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When I changed the vows, I didn’t promise him he would never have any problems.
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I didn’t promise her I would protect her from any pain.
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I promised her that I would no longer lie to her to test her love, that I would respect her freedom and that I would be honest even when the truth made me vulnerable.
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And she promised me that she would tell me when something hurts her, that she would not hide the problems out of fear and that we would try to solve them together.
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