The Ring
There is nothing I would keep from my fiancé Mario. He is the love of my life; if soul mates exist he is without a doubt mine. He holds me to standards that make me push myself to achieve, but accepts me if I fall short, and I him.
I have shared with him everything, told him things I thought I would never tell anyone, except for this one thing.
When he purposed on evening just before Christmas, I had tears streaming down my face. I we would spend our lives together married or not, and I am not even so old fashioned as to believe two people need to be married to spend their lives together or be a family, but still I wanted it – more than anything.
The wave of emotion …show more content…
I told my fiancé I loved the way it brought out the color of my ring.
Now I surround myself with the hue. Not only do I think it really did help me during my recovery and help stave off depression, I feel genuinely happier and more motivated than ever.
What if I got a red ring, and then a red cast? I could be red with rage, or blue with sadness. I could be screaming angry at the girl who struck me, or lost in the “why me?” spiral of depression. But I am not.
It was an accident, and the girl may have been an idiot, but she wasn’t malicious and I am certainly able to say I don’t hold any kind of grudge. And all things considered I kept my head up through all of it.
Now I love – love – love my green ring and couldn’t want any other, and could slap myself for any hesitation in feeling this way.
While I love my ring now, and Mario knows how much I love him, I could never tell him that I ever felt any differently. I honestly feel ashamed, and have never told anyone how I felt about it, and hope one day to forget I ever disliked my engagement ring.
Either way, like my ring that I am so grateful to have on my hand, this is the one secret I plan to take to my
There is nothing I would keep from my fiancé Mario. He is the love of my life; if soul mates exist he is without a doubt mine. He holds me to standards that make me push myself to achieve, but accepts me if I fall short, and I him.
I have shared with him everything, told him things I thought I would never tell anyone, except for this one thing.
When he purposed on evening just before Christmas, I had tears streaming down my face. I we would spend our lives together married or not, and I am not even so old fashioned as to believe two people need to be married to spend their lives together or be a family, but still I wanted it – more than anything.
The wave of emotion …show more content…
I told my fiancé I loved the way it brought out the color of my ring.
Now I surround myself with the hue. Not only do I think it really did help me during my recovery and help stave off depression, I feel genuinely happier and more motivated than ever.
What if I got a red ring, and then a red cast? I could be red with rage, or blue with sadness. I could be screaming angry at the girl who struck me, or lost in the “why me?” spiral of depression. But I am not.
It was an accident, and the girl may have been an idiot, but she wasn’t malicious and I am certainly able to say I don’t hold any kind of grudge. And all things considered I kept my head up through all of it.
Now I love – love – love my green ring and couldn’t want any other, and could slap myself for any hesitation in feeling this way.
While I love my ring now, and Mario knows how much I love him, I could never tell him that I ever felt any differently. I honestly feel ashamed, and have never told anyone how I felt about it, and hope one day to forget I ever disliked my engagement ring.
Either way, like my ring that I am so grateful to have on my hand, this is the one secret I plan to take to my