I Complained About My Meal—Then the Waiter Leaned In and Told Me Something That Shook Me to My Core

Fourteen anniversaries. Fourteen dinners. Fourteen times he gifted me utensils—practical, stainless-steel, useful, but never meaningful. Tonight was supposed to be different. At the dimly lit restaurant, I watched candlelight dance …

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