My Ring

The handsome, young, surfer guy that presented me with this stunning, ring, is the first guy that I have ever really loved. He was my first boyfriend out of high school.

We were together, fours years by the time that he asked the big question. We were both young, all I wanted in the world was to be married, have a nice house and start a family.

The day that he proposed, we had flown back to Brisbane, from visiting friends in Sydney, I was sick with a head cold and the flu, we went to the beach so that he could go surfing, the day was miserable and all I wanted to do was go home.

He pulled up in a car park on the sunshine coast that has the most beautiful view of the ocean, (him) " come on lets go for a walk," (me) are you kidding me, I am not walking anywhere". Anyway he asked a couple of more time for me to go for a walk and I just wanted to get home.

He leans down underneath the car seat ( I thought he was getting out cigarettes). Gets out a ring box opens it up and says will you marry me, then. I burst into tears of course and cuddle him so hard, I was crying, saying yes at the same time but couldn't let go of his neck. He finally scrapes me off him. He slides the ring on my finger and that is where it has been for the past 11 years.

I later found out that he had, bought the ring weeks before and that he had kept it in his car that whole time. I loved that he picked out the rings all on his own.