Ring Around My Heart
Saturday, October 30th, 2004
Ring Around My Heart
A Billy Entry
Today was even better than the usual Friday. After school, I packed up as quickly as I could and practically ran out into the parking lot, running out into Dom's arms. I couldn't help that I was excited.
Today we went into Towerston to pick out our rings. I'd never been in the Towerston jewelry store; I'd never had a reason to. It was a small store but it had a nice selection. And it had the perfect rings for us.
Dom and I decided to pick out each other's, for obvious reasons. It took me a long time to pick Dom's ring out, but I couldn't help it. It had to be perfect. It had to look just right around his finger, had to shine perfectly in accordance to his eyes, his smile. I made him try on dozens, until the right one showed up:
He loved it. I could tell. Even if he hadn't said so, I would have been able to tell by the way he grinned at me, how his eyes lit up the entire store. But really, I think that he would have been happy with a twisty-tie ring. We both would have.
And there's mine. I can hardly believe it's mine, and I do a double take every time I see the shine on my finger. But then my gaze lingers, taking in the sight, and then I tip my eyes up to Dom, seeing him shining even more than the band.
And then I know it really is mine. Both of them, actually.
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