Nic Narrates

I got a ring for Valentine’s Day.

Well, first there was a kickass cheese platter which brought great joy to my heart. Then, there was a home-cooked meal involving Cornish game hens, pastas, and cheesecake. And after, there was a little blue box.

I sat there feeling both genuinely surprised by “a serious gift” on a day that’s really kind of stupid actually- a day that I could barely even remember- and a bit guilty for the lame duvet cover I’d just given to him (What?! It’s a present for a place I hope we’ll spend more time together!).

Before I could untie the white satin ribbon, however, there were explanations. He began to hedge, to hastily try to avoid the pitfalls of buying a ring for a woman. I believe there were expressions along the lines of “it’s not a promise or anything silly like that” and “but you never know, maybe someday” and such.

I had to smirk at his near comical concern. He really needn’t have worried. Although I’ve never received a ring from a boy before, I know enough to recognize that a ring does not an engagement make. So no. I am not engaged.

Instead, as the silver band fell from the blue drawstring pouch into my hand, I saw something more appropriate and meaningful. Written in lovely scroll were the words, “I love you.”

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