Ring-A-Ding-Ding

FOR THE RECORD: I am not sad or thinking about anyone in particular when I write this. And I've felt this way for a long time.

When I get married I want a Tiffany's engagement ring. Way I see it dude better not even ask without it. This doesn't mean the guy has to be rich, I'm fine with poverty working for our perfect our life-whatever that is, but I need this ring. He doesn't have to work towards a house or a savings account but I need this one, very expensive ring. The idea is that he would have to plan and decide ahead of that he loves me so much that he would wait and save to buy me this unreasonable monstrosity that is my hearts desire. It would mean he understood that I can be irrational about stupid things and a little bit crazy but that he willing to make sacrifices to be with me. And the other idea is that I would have to love him more than I love the ring and it would remind me of his struggle and love every time I glanced in the general direction of my left hand.

Or at least a very convincing speech and a promise I will get one within... five years but I gotta love this promise guy a lot. And I better get my ring or else I will not be a happy camper.