This photo I took at 6am in the morning right after the night he proposed to me, and it was the first time I actually saw the ring itself since real time that happened was nearly midnight, and it was so dark, and we were … crying and sobbing at each other’s words.
I understand an engagement ring should be important to those who think it does, it is for me too.
But when he knelt down, opened it, I did not even see how it looked like, not even thought much if “it fits me or not?”, I said “Yes” anyway, because for me, right at that moment, I wanted to spend the rest of my life, together with this person.
It was already decided on our first date for me, believe it or not.
I know many people wonder so much whether they should be with someone, married to someone, having kids with someone, for many reasons in their heads.
It never made sense to me with any others before, I did not even question it. I just knew, those were ones came along on my journey and vice versa. When that journey ended, they did too.
Not with him, no.
That morning I woke up, I felt content, and simply happy.
I felt so belonged, so meant to be. It was a simple feeling, not so complex.
Being engaged is not a big deal, but knowing those puzzles are well put together, is a happy ending.
Although life can still be challenging ahead of us, every time I look at this ring, I remember how long, how far we both went through to find each other, and be together.
Until the end of time
Might exist
Here
Now
When the sun goes up
I hope you all have it, or will do, too 🌅
xoxo
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