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I walk into the house with a sigh wanting to relax after a long day of training.
"Maya," I shout out to the seemingly empty house.
I drop my bags in the hallway and walk to the kitchen in search of Maya.
An envelope on the kitchen island catches my eye. As I walk closer to it, Maya's ring automatically gets my heart beating. The envelope is addressed to my name.
I practically rip open the envelop is search of answers as to why my fiancée's engagement ring is left on the kitchen island.
I see Maya's handwriting sprawled across the page.
I'mnotreallysurehowI'msupposedtostartthesethings. There'snoway to phrasethiswithoutsoundinglikeacompletecoward. Iwantedtotellyouinperson, butIcouldn'tfindtheperfecttime, northewords. TherewasnowayIwasgoingtogetthroughthiswithyouinfrontofme. Sohereitgoes, thecowardwayout.
ImovedtoEnglandwithyoubecauseIthoughtitwouldsaveus. Andforthefirstfewmonths, it seemedtohavedonejustthat. Itseemedlikewehadgottenbacktowhereweneededtobe.