C'mon and Marry Me, Bill...
Friday, October 29th, 2004
C'mon and Marry Me, Bill...
A Dom Entry
I tried to hurry work today; I wanted to be early in picking up Billy from school. Of course, it doesn't really make a difference. He can't get out before the students do, like a... an early dismissal, I think it is. I don't think he could do that. Get his little slip of paper and hand it into the principal so he could go, like a little boy with a dentist appointment.
This was more important than the dentist, though. Much more important.
I got to the school about fifteen minutes before the school bell rang. But it was well worth the wait to see Billy hurrying out to meet me. His excitement was contagious. I couldn't believe how hard it was to keep myself from kissing him in front of all those kids.
With Billy's direction, I drove the two of us to the Towerston jewelry store. And when we walked in, I couldn't help taking Billy's hand and leading him straight to the section that I had been thinking about all day. Because there it was, clean and pure and glowing; all of the beautiful wedding rings, and one of them would be mine, and one of them would be Billy's, and I almost wanted to press my nose to the glass to see each one up close, for all that they were. Oh, Billy... I was so in love. Every time he tried on a ring that I picked out, I wanted to propose to him again. I didn't even want to let go of his hand to let the clerk find his ring size. He was perfect; every ring looked amazing on him. Just the fact that he was wearing a ring looked amazing on him.
I was beginning to think that I would have to buy him every ring in the store, but then I looked down into another glass case and saw it: the ring that I would put on Billy's finger at our wedding. It was the exact perfect ring.
I think Billy liked it; the way he smiled and looked at it, bending his fingers and letting it shimmer in the white light above us. The way he looked at me, gazing up and holding the ring on his finger to keep. I wanted to kiss him again, in front of all the customers, but I had to hold back once more, settling on a touch of his hand, admiring the way the ring adorned it just gently. This is what I will see on our wedding day, after our vows have been said. If I look down to his hand held in mine, this is what I will see.
After I finally allowed the store clerk to take Billy's ring size, Billy set out to find a ring for me, making me try on almost every single band in the store, stating that he couldn't make up his mind. He inspected each ring on my hand, holding it under the light, and sometimes in the shade, looking at all of me, then just the ring. I almost laughed, partly because of his dedication, but also in pure excitement, knowing that, each time he slipped a ring onto my finger, it could be the one that I would wear forever. Then, at last, he picked up a two-toned band, looked at it carefully in his own hand, then looked at me and smiled.
He watched with me as he slipped it onto my finger, and I couldn't look at anything else. I don't think Billy could look away either. It was perfect. I wanted to kiss Billy all over, because it was just the right ring for me, and I didn't know how he knew, but I knew he did.
It shone so brightly, with the silver on the edges, and the gold pattern in the middle. I turned it around on my finger to watch the light dart over it's surfaces. And when I finally turned my eyes back to Billy, I was trapped in adoration, and I don't think I've looked away from him since that moment. I suppose that explains the many times that the clerk had said, "Please, sir" in effort to get my attention as we were paying.
While driving home, I had to steal a dozen glances at Billy. He sat watching his ring with such a smile, subtly turning it in the light, almost giggling, by the way his eyes were shining. When we pulled into our driveway at home, I subsequently pulled Billy into my arms there in the car and finally kissed him like I'd wanted to all day, and we gazed at each other's rings in love and amazement, and so much excitement. I'm so excited to marry Billy Boyd. I can't believe this is happening to me. Will I become more responsible once I am a husband? Will I talk about "earning a living" and "putting bread on the table" like all husbands do, or will I still say silly things like "my adorable, kissable, wonderful Billy"? I don't think I'll change. Not with the way Billy looks at me now and again after glancing to his ring. I think he's letting me know something, quietly; he wants me to know that he's thinking about being mine for eternity. And thinking about that makes me say a great deal of silly things.
I think this is the ten thousandth time I've caught myself looking down at my hand. Something keeps glittering in the corner of my eye, and I can't ignore it. And I want everyone else to notice, too. When my parents come to visit, it will be their surprise. I can't wait for Mum to see it. She'll start to get teary and she'll hug me tight and then ask me to make sure that it means that... And then she'll see Billy's hand and she'll probably throw a fit and hug us both. And she'll show Dad and he'll be speechless, probably, but I know he'll be happy for me, too. Especially when he sees how beautiful Billy is. He is so, so beautiful... I've been trailing at his heels all day, linking our hands at times to feel them come together with a soft click, and then waiting for him to look at me so I can copy his smile.
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