But I have another answer. The accessory that I value most is my engagement ring. It is the most valuable, by far, and the most valued by me, by far.We did not have a traditional or story-perfect engagement. Such things are luxuries when you live in two different countries, get to see each other only when finances and schedules allow (~ 3 months or so), and the stakes are high. He didn't propose (I didn't need him to; the timing wasn't right.) We merely jointly decided to 'give it a go' (it wasn't that flippant), so I made the big move to his country, to live together, and make sure our feelings endured beyond 'Vacation Amanda' and 'Vacation *******.' So after a year of long distance, and ~ 6 months of everything's-going-good-here-living-together, we just decided to get married. (Had to, for me to stay in the country, otherwise, we would have gone longer, no contract, no problem.)I didn't need the wedding, but booooy did I want the ring. I told him exactly what I was pining for (I decided I was an emerald cut kind of girl; I am not traditional princess, no way), and so one day he just said, "Let's go look at rings." Best. day. ever.We went to a jeweller (forget how we/he chose), and he was such a nice man, Gideon. Older, the owner, very, very classy and distinguished. He made the experience. This was no commercial or average retail giant. He took absolute pride in his work, and had been doing it for decades. He designed, not just sold.Everything about that experience was personalized, personal. I chose the length:width ratio (it must be 1.5 on emeralds), I chose clarity, cut, colour, the metal, and the baguettes on either side. (He chose the size.)
The only negative about it all was that Gideon, once finished, called the wrong number. He called our home, not my husband's cell. He was caught. The timing was about right, a few weeks later. It could not be a question about design. I was instantly energized, expectant, waiting for the words. He couldn't come up with a lie or distraction. "Uhm... could you have [him] call me, please?"That night, [he] came home with it. No speech, no knee, no surprise. That part, a flop. That is what I lost in the transaction, the some-would-say transactional nature of it all, of how we all went about it. And that is something I miss, understand, yet accept. I know this couldn't have happened with that. I had the experience that suits me (and him.) And I got the ring that represents me to a 't.' I have never looked at it and thought it is less than a perfect representation of everything that we went through. I knew we each took huge risks to be together. I knew he had to pay off that ring for quite some time to come. But I invested everything I had into him, by giving up my life and past, to start anew. I came into his life, out of nowhere, a bit like a hurricane, (immediately started rearranging his kitchen on my second day alone in the apartment, "for efficiency sake!"), and it was like a wildfire from then on.
thanks for the mho
Cool! That was on PS1 right?
They were ported on there but no I mean on the original Nintendo
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I didn't know people actually met people on here lol. Cool story!
@HawkPerception I doubt that it happens very often.
Cherish that second ring!
Minimal jewelry is better in my opinion. And thanks, I like being veiny lol
I love how simple they are. I don’t wear expensive necklaces or bracelets and I don’t wear rings; the simpler the better.
I make more complex ones with hearts, flowers, diamonds, stripes etc.
May he RIP
So poetic lol
This is why we need to remove anons from this site.