With this ring
Dearest,
I love rings and used to wear silver ones when I was in college. Nothing chunky or funky, just slim bands with simple, delicate designs. I'd wear one on each hand, I think, on the third or fourth finger, depending on the design.
But, eventually, I took off my rings partly because they became tarnished and stopped wearing any. And then I decided that I wouldn't wear a ring again until the day you give me one.
Since then, whenever I pass by a tray of rings, I throw them wistful looks, but have not bought any for myself.
Recently, however, I met up with Lady Snoflek for dinner, and noticed the plain, silvery ring on her hand. I asked her about it because it was too large for her dainty finger. She took it off, showing me her name and a date engraved inside.
That's the date of her 21st birthday, when she first got the ring. The ring is, to her, a symbol of her commitment to her future husband. When she marries him one day, she'll be giving it to him that's why she'd bought a larger size; she's afraid it might not fit even on his little finger!
I thought that was a lovely idea. I'm getting a ring too, and I'll be engraving it with the date 'January 2, 1995', the first time I committed myself to you and asked God to guard my heart for you. I'll wear the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand, because I think it's symbollic that I'll be taking it off only to replace it with one that you give me instead. I'm waiting for that day.
With much love,
ping
