Engagement rings were an entirely new concept to me. I never imagined myself getting married when I was little - pin in on whatever you'd like, be it parent issues, body image trouble, an inability to accept myself as gay - but I just didn't think it would happen. So I was starting from nothing. I was just faintly aware that I wanted something different. At first, I interpreted different as "dripping in diamonds."
|When I showed Bug, she went a little crazy in the eyes and stayed silent.|
This second ring was a little closer to reality. But in the store, after I tried it on, it became clear that not every ring suits everyone. I have thicker fingers - three smaller stones in a band made my fingers look even smaller and stockier. Plus, it lacked that little something extra I wanted.
So we left the store, with a better idea of what we were looking for, but without an actual ring.
* I might have made this up in my head - it's equally likely that I started looking at rings and foisting them on her when she least suspected it.