22 March 2008

"5.25 for her / 10.5 or 11 if you want a wide band"

it always starts out casually...

i needed a hug one day, and as we laid there, he began:
"i think i could be happy with just you... for the rest of my life" he says, quietly amazed.

we are watching one tree hill:
"i should know your ring size....i mean, you know, just in case. and what kind of ring you like." he mentions as ole girl runs off stage, refusing to marry because ole boy still loves the other girl

(he watches the show, not me. but its good, i swear)

we are shopping last night with the other couple and we walk past one of those jewelry stores in the mall. you know, the one that looks lit from within...where women meet new best friends and men sweatily pick such beautiful binds of love and life...

"let's go in here and get sized" i say, casually. i don't want this dream to burst.

flashback:
"hey look at that store! lets go in!" - i say
"naw!! im not going in there!" he says
"its not like you are going to buy me anything, you asshole" i respond

me and t: 10/07 - 12/07
rest in peace

"let's go in here and get sized" i say, casually.
"yeah! i need to know what kind of ring you would like." declarative. strong. sure.

later:
"we just got sized for rings!!" he says
"yeah, i know!!" i laugh back
giddy in love

nightcap:
"my boy just got a tattoo of his girl on him." he says
"i don't know about getting your girlfriend's name tattoo-ed on yourself" i respond, slamming my car door and walking towards my apartment in the brisk early spring darkness. this is the first night we haven't slept together. we have been on the phone since we parted.
"but i would get your name tattoo-ed on me, since you are going to be my wife, but he got ole girl's name...." he says it so casually. so assuredly. there is no pause, no hesitation, no mistrust and fear that we have been both battling. i settle into his love and giggle to myself.
not even aware of my thoughts, he hears laughter:
"WHAT!! what!! what's so funny?" he was still going on about is boy.
"nothing baby, nothing."

we make dane cook jokes for the rest of the night until i fall asleep.

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