She was in love with him. He was in love with her. He sent her letters from the military and she read them at night before bed, her heart swelling with love for him. She noticed her ring always glittered in the soft lamplight of her bedroom, and she could only smile when she saw it. They were planning their wedding little by little.
She always wrote back, telling him about what she did that day, or what she had for lunch. She always had faith he'd come back; he always did. She dotted the 'i' in her name with a heart for him. She knew he loved it. He thought it was cute.
When the letters stopped arriving, she had faith he just didn't have time to write.
She still wore the ring.