I don’t know when or how I will get married. There is not even a guarantee of who I will marry, though I know who I hope it will be.
Often when I get engrossed in looking at engagement rings and proposal stories I imagine what my ring or story will be like. After looking at the same types of posts over and over I begin be feel jaded and think that I don’t want an engagement ring. The tradition after all was started as a marketing campaign by a diamond company not even one hundred years ago!
When someone asks me to marry them, it will be because they love all of me so much that they cannot bear to be without me as their romantic life partner. They will want to marry me for my silly sense of humor, sweet sensibilities, my passion for my work, my resilience, and every other piece of me they have experienced so far.
I do not need a ring to symbolize my connection to him or my belonging to someone. I may want one because I love rings and dainty jewelry, but he can surprise me with jewelry whenever he likes during our time together. Often the ring overshadows the moment, the monumental moment when one human asks another human to spend the rest of their life together, I don’t want a ring to do that. Hopefully he asks me and the photo I take or post is of us embracing, sharing a laugh, or enjoying a good view with no ring in sight to steal the thunder.
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