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Shiny_Rock
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- Oct 21, 2003
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my BF has the ring, has had it since before Christmas. No proposal during the holidays, he is an anti-commercialist international business grad, go figure. And he HATES Hallmark, thinks Valentine''s was invented by greeting card companies to juice us for more cash. He is probably right!! I am still a big sap and I still LOVE holidays. Whatever, this is totally not the point of this thread.
We live together. The ring is in the house. I have not tried on MY setting in over 3 years!!! 3.5 years to be exact... and when I did try it it was not even exactly my size, but I knew it was the one the second I had it on. That "click". I am sure you all know what I am talking about - what you look at in the case is dazzling until you try it on, you admire, you like it, but you''re still willing to try other things on until all of a sudden this little thing slips over your knucke and it''s YOURS. I covered it with my other hand and stepped away from the jeweler, completely out of instinct!
He laughed and told BF "Looks like you found the one!" HA! So right. Again, not the point of this thread... I am just so full of emotion over this ring and this moment that I ahve been hoping for and waiting for and friggin holding my breath for for what seems like FOREVER. Argh!!!!!
I know you gals can relate!!!
So here I am , in the house... ALONE!! I am sick today so I did not go into the office. He had to leave for a few hours. The ring... is in... the house.... with me.... and no one can stop me!!! MUAHAHA!!
So what did I do?? I rummaged around where I know he keeps it, close to the damn computer he is always playing around on, I find the box! It''s in a box in another box in another box!!
I knew it as soon as I picked it up. It''s like it hums to me through the cardboard or something.
I open all the boxes until I get to the little black one.... and I stop. I had this thing cupped in my hands for about three minutes, my heart thumping, and I am thinking... can I actually do this???
I opened the box facing away from me, and turned it toward the window so it could soak up some sunshine, poor thing so cold and lonely in the dark for so long...
but I did not turn it around. I did not peek. I got so calm all of a sudden, filled with love and trust for my boyfriend, knowing how much he must trust me to leave me alone in the house with my greatest temptation. I told him truthfully that the first time I want to see it again is with him right behind it on bended knee, and I know he is looking forward to that moment with as much (um, almost as much) anticipation as I am.
I could not take that away from him. Closing the box without looking was actually surprisingly easy. It took some of the edge off this waiting. I feel like my patience is refreshed, replenished somehow.
I may actually do this again therapeutically to help deal with the insanity of waiting, to remind me of what I am REALLY waiting for. He is asking me this so we can be married for life, a team, "you and me against the world" as we like to say to each other. Peeking would be like a feather in the girdle of our future life together. (I don''t think anyone else would actually get that metaphor).
Phew, that was intense! I just had to share.
So! What about you girls?? Would any of you dare to peek? How would you feel about it afterward?
We live together. The ring is in the house. I have not tried on MY setting in over 3 years!!! 3.5 years to be exact... and when I did try it it was not even exactly my size, but I knew it was the one the second I had it on. That "click". I am sure you all know what I am talking about - what you look at in the case is dazzling until you try it on, you admire, you like it, but you''re still willing to try other things on until all of a sudden this little thing slips over your knucke and it''s YOURS. I covered it with my other hand and stepped away from the jeweler, completely out of instinct!
I know you gals can relate!!!
So here I am , in the house... ALONE!! I am sick today so I did not go into the office. He had to leave for a few hours. The ring... is in... the house.... with me.... and no one can stop me!!! MUAHAHA!!
So what did I do?? I rummaged around where I know he keeps it, close to the damn computer he is always playing around on, I find the box! It''s in a box in another box in another box!!
I open all the boxes until I get to the little black one.... and I stop. I had this thing cupped in my hands for about three minutes, my heart thumping, and I am thinking... can I actually do this???
I opened the box facing away from me, and turned it toward the window so it could soak up some sunshine, poor thing so cold and lonely in the dark for so long...
but I did not turn it around. I did not peek. I got so calm all of a sudden, filled with love and trust for my boyfriend, knowing how much he must trust me to leave me alone in the house with my greatest temptation. I told him truthfully that the first time I want to see it again is with him right behind it on bended knee, and I know he is looking forward to that moment with as much (um, almost as much) anticipation as I am.
I could not take that away from him. Closing the box without looking was actually surprisingly easy. It took some of the edge off this waiting. I feel like my patience is refreshed, replenished somehow.
I may actually do this again therapeutically to help deal with the insanity of waiting, to remind me of what I am REALLY waiting for. He is asking me this so we can be married for life, a team, "you and me against the world" as we like to say to each other. Peeking would be like a feather in the girdle of our future life together. (I don''t think anyone else would actually get that metaphor).
Phew, that was intense! I just had to share.
So! What about you girls?? Would any of you dare to peek? How would you feel about it afterward?
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