I was planning to propose after five years together when my girlfriend confessed she had kissed someone else. It broke me. She took responsibility, cut contact, and made real changes—but I still needed space.
We took a full break. I started therapy, healed old wounds, and found myself again. Months later, we slowly rebuilt trust—not by rushing, but by being honest.
A year later, in Ireland, I proposed with a simple ring engraved: “Not perfect. But ours.” She said yes.
Now we’re married. Not because love was easy—but because forgiveness, growth, and healing came first.
Lesson: Real love isn’t flawless. Sometimes, it’s stronger after the storm.
