If only he had asked

So, I broke off my engagement. I gave the ring to Mississippi man's sister at 6 am the next morning when she banged on my dorm room door. I talked to my parents and I could hear them jumping for joy through the telephone. I cried and laughed and cried because I was laughing. I emailed my Scottish guy and told him the news. I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't hear from him for a few days after I sent the email and I was just beginning to wonder if he was done with me for good.
Finally, a week after I told him that I wasn't getting married, he called me out of the blue. Scottish guy told me that he was proud of me and that he thought I made the right desicion. Then, he told me he was coming for a visit, and he would be here right after my 21st birthday.
Whoo hoo, Scottish guy was coming for a visit and I was single. I felt that things couldn't have been any better. I was so excited because I knew that this was it. The timing was right and we could finally be together.
He arrived and everything was good. He and I and a bunch of the kids that went to Scotland with me were all planning to go out to dinner. They came to pick me up at my house and Scottish Guy handed me a small blue box, my 21st birthday present.
Now, before I go any further, my heart stopped for just a moment. I thought to myself , "yes, he is finally going to propose." I knew that I was only a month out of an engagement, but I wanted to marry him. I finally opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold.... heart shaped.... necklace.... with the words "someone special" engraved in it. Thank God I didn't just scream out the word yes before I opened the box. I am not going to lie... I was a little bit disapointed. Don't get me wrong, the necklace was beautiful and so sweet and romantic, and to this day I still wear it. Not everyday, but I do still wear it. I allowed him to put it on me and the second I felt his touch again, I was no longer disapointed, but once again in a complete state of bliss.
The next day he and I and one of our theater companions went to the zoo in Memphis. We spent the day together, laughing,talking, catching up, and just being together. It was like before; like I had never even been engaged.
That night I took him to one of my favorite Memphis bars, and only being barely 21 it also happened to be the only Memphis bar I knew of with cheap drinks and a dance floor.
We went, and drank, and danced and had an amazing time. We met this older, extremely drunk couple who kept telling us what a cute couple we made. We had so much fun, and I didn't drop him off until the wee hours of the morning.
The next night some friends of my friends were playing a show downtown and I took him with me. It seemed as if this trip of his was all about me and we couldn't get enough of each other. We made out when I dropped him off at his friend's house, and I didn't want to say goodbye because he was leaving the next day and I didn't know where we stood or when I would see him again. Things were uncertain. I had a year left of college, I wanted to be with him, to marry him. I would have moved to Scotland. It would have been hard, and I would have missed my family terribly, but I would have done it to be with him. But, he didn't ask me.
The next day, hours after his plane had departed, I went out to check the mail, and I had received a very fancy envelope.
I opened it and what fell on the dining room table was to date, the most romantic, most wonderful, most thoughtful gift I have ever received.