May 16, 2012: The first day we finally were in each other’s arms… after almost 6 months of committing to one another, he handed me a little black box. We just got in the car from picking me up at the Greyhound station, and I honestly couldn’t stop smiling. This was just the huge, plump cherry on my ice cream sundae. I quickly opened it and just stared at the beautiful promise ring I only once dreamed about. Never did I expect to fall in love… and never did I once expect to receive such a wonderful gift. No, I’m not talking about just the beautifully-cut diamonds (although they’re so cute and shiny)… I’m talking about what this particular ring entitles - a real promise to stay by my side through thick and thin. A real promise to keep fighting to keep a love like ours, alive. A real promise to officially marry me once the right time comes… because in my mind, he’s already my life partner.
August 24, 2012: After a long and hectic day, trying to find one another in the busy streets of Downtown Seattle, he finally found me. He took my luggage in hand as he handed me a bouquet of beautiful, fresh white roses, and we hopped on a bus to his sister’s house. He had parked his car there, so when we arrived and I hopped into the car and placed a little brown box with baby-blue ribbon on his seat. He opened the door and smiled, knowing full-well what was inside this little box. You’re probably wondering why it took me so long before I got him a ring, right? Well, honestly, I’m so new to this relationship jazz and instead of a promise ring, I had bought him a “promise watch” back in May. Lame, huh? Well, I made sure to make it up to him :) I actually really love the ring I got him.
Anyway, it’s nice knowing that no matter how far we are from one another, we are always reminded of our commitment to each other. We are always reminded of the promise we made to stay and fight to keep a love like ours. We’ve been through so much, especially in the initial stages of our relationship, but look at us now. Look how far we’ve come. In all honesty, there used to be nights I’d cry myself to sleep, wondering why there were so many people/circumstances that had tried to break us apart all the time. But after all the initial struggles, everything began to fall through in the end. I know I say this a lot… maybe too much (for my minimal readers, that is) but I’ve never been happier and there’s no one I’d rather go through all this with than with him.
What can I say? God knows we’re worth it.
Btw, my boyfriend is an amazing photographer, don’t you think? (:
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